I can't believe it. I cannot believe that playwright Elspeth Eric missed such an obvious line at the end. Or maybe she just wrote this where we THOUGHT that was what Teri Keane was going to say.

Remember the Al Pacino flick of the same name a few years ago? Well, this is an Eric play, so Teri Keane's not likely to be shooting dead dogs in an Anchorage alley somewhere to collect blood sample to falsify crime scene information.

Instead, Keane's a divorcee lives alone and whose husband dumped her for a younger woman earlier. She does apparently harbor guilt, and hurt, and some self-loathing (like Pacino's character) which appears to make her unable to sleep. However, she does have a kindly neighbor and a married son who both care for her. The neighbor in particular tries to help...she lends Keane a radio to listen to at night (All Keane hears is one station, on the western side of the US (she lives in the east), which plays one song), then suggests she get a canary to sing to her (a cat breaks in and eats the canary) then suggests Keane get a night light (Keane sees mysterious shadows, but by then the plot starts to get somewhat resolved).

It is an Eric script so it moves (like several but not all of her others) like a tortoise on Sominex. However, I ended up enjoying it.

If someone else hears this show, were you, too, expecting her to say at the end:

"Tell him...tell him...I'll have to sleep on it."? 