This is a short monologue (as they were in 1980) about the return of the exiles for Thanksgiving. No huge festivity, the prodigals just slip in to their family homes. Maybe they are a bit under a microscope but there is no big hoopla.
I always wrote the monologue on Friday evening, four or five pages, and looked at it Saturday morning, and then not again. I never read it. I never memorized it. I felt that I’d naturally remember the memorable parts...
I always wrote the monologue on Friday evening, four or five pages, and looked at it Saturday morning, and then not again. I never read it. I never memorized it. I felt that I’d naturally remember the memorable parts...