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A death in the family. A homecoming. A rejoining of a Southern minister and her three disparate sons.
ROBERT: I really thought that coming home again would be the answer. I thought it would help me to get back those feelings that vanished so long ago; those feelings I had when I was young. I can remember so clearly lying in bed at night, trembling in the dark. That old attic fan made noises like evil itself was coming to get me. And there were rustlings in the bushes outside my window that would start my heart pounding. The fear of all those unknown things was… almost wonderful. And I’d pray with all my heart for the morning and the joy of sitting on my Mama’s lap while she eats breakfast and the wonder of looking at the clouds moving across the sky and the happiness that overpowers everything when I see my Daddy’s car coming into the driveway after a long day at work. But now… I don’t know… I can explain everything; they’re meaningless now. I know that the attic fan just needs oil and that’s why it makes such a horrible noise. And I can guess that it’s probably a frog in the bushes outside and I know the morning’s coming eventually and I’m way too big to sit on your lap anymore and the clouds move because the earth’s rotating on its axis, or whatever the hell it is, and I know Daddy’s not coming home anymore.
GENRE: Drama
RUN TIME: 2 hours
CAST: 4m/1f
SET: Single set
