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Scene 1:<br />
Peter enters and stops centre- stage. The bottle remains on stage as symbolism for the<br />
broken, abusive relationship he had with Frances. Peter begins to read a letter.<br />
Peter:<br />
Dearest Peter,<br />
Wednesday 14 th July 1950<br />
I am ever so proud of you, my son. I always knew you would be our priest.<br />
Ever since the day you were born. I knew you'd choose the greater good in sacrifice of all the<br />
other pestering indulgences that would try to disrupt your path and hinder your progress. We<br />
are having dinner Friday and would love you to return home and sit with us, as we celebrate<br />
our greatest achievement. Myself and your father bought you a gift.<br />
Looking forward to greeting you,<br />
Your dearest,<br />
Mother.<br />
Peter scrunches up the letter and throws it away. He screams in anger. Then sits on a seat<br />
on stage. He enters the confession booth. Frances enters and sits in another seat. Frances sits<br />
stage-left, Peter sits stage-right. The two chairs are close to show how the two characters<br />
aren't quite mentally apart just yet.<br />
Frances: Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been forever since my last confession<br />
(pause)<br />
Peter: Carry on.<br />
Frances: Father, do you ever just want more of your life? , More than you are allowed, more<br />
than what's expected of you? (Peter really listens here, as he knows he can relate. Frances has<br />
his full attention) Father and Mother want me to marry .. (Peter goes into like a trance and<br />
drifts away in his mind) Father I don't want to do this. I want more. I want to travel, see<br />
places; places like Aunt Josephine told me about, the Antarctic Ocean, The Himayla's,<br />
perhaps go to Nashville . I want to do things for myself and at my own discretion. I want to<br />
make a difference. More importantly Father, Father are you listening to me? Are you really<br />
there?? I want to find love and not have it forced upon me. I do not want to just be this object<br />
of affection that needs to be posessed. Father says all girls need a husband. I certainly don't<br />
and ifI do I need someone who's not afraid to be there and doesn't play games, because life's
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