Peter Taylor

EMMA: He always liked to have a fire. Especially when all three of us were up late at night. He said a fire made it seem like there were more of us. (laughing dully) He used to wish so for brothers and sisters. (A silence. She pokes the fire.)

Dressed to the nines, and she is eighty-six!
A gold lamé gown,
Savage pearls in her pierced earlobes!
Diamonds blazing
That her Grandmother Haynes wore
A century ago!
In Washington City!
Before the War!