Word: sisterly
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Tchiak spends the remainder of the evening in a drunken pout, disillusioned when his fantasies of Doreen as a soul sister of the goddess Venus go unfulfilled. Doreen and Ted remain unperturbed as they chatter...
Then your friend at work says his wife had acupuncture for her tennis elbow, and it worked. Or he knows a chiropractor who does wonders with sore backs. Or your sister-in-law comes back from the health-food store with the name of a woman who does shiatsu. "Is that the raw fish or the seaweed?" you ask, laughing very carefully so as not to jiggle your back...
...labor racketeer because that is the family business. His slick cousin Michael is a union boss in South Philadelphia, where, as the author tells it, the Irish run the unions and the Italians own the streets. Peter's life is haunted by the death of his baby sister when he was eight. He was taking care of her on a cold day when a savage neighborhood dog ran to meet its master's car, the car skidded on ice, the baby girl ran toward the car, and Peter was too frightened of the dog to stop...
...title refers to a merry harvest festival in County Donegal. But the action never leaves the cottage and yard of the five Mundy sisters, living poor and unmarried in tumbledown Ballybeg in the hard year of 1936, with no entertainment but a balky old radio and their Celtic gift for chat. The play is a memory play, told as flashbacks from the present by a middle-aged man who was then a boy of seven. He is the illegitimate son of the most rebellious Mundy sister by a wandering wastrel who, after years away, comes to call. The Mundy women...
...that are better. Gerard McSorley has just the right grave detachment in both the narrator's long speeches and the round-eyed, wondering queries of a small boy. But the most memorable player is the one who has least to do. As the kindest and most dutiful sister, Brid Brennan sits at her knitting, soon to be rendered useless by machines, with a soft look of utter absence in her eyes...