Another tidbit from the playwriting phase I went through a couple of years ago. I had totally forgotten this existed until yesterday. After I read it over, I suddenly remembered plotting the whole thing out while I mowed the lawn. Two summers ago.
There’s a French pun near the very end. I can hardly believe that I invented a French pun, and in fact when I read it again after so long, I didn’t quite get it at first. I had to think about it. Strange, how the mind works.
The play is called–or rather would be called, if I ever finished it–Custody.
