Mother starts transcribing our shared meals, writing down everything we say in shorthand, then going back and shaping these conversations into one act plays. She does this for weeks on end, meal after meal, urging us to be clever and dramatic, to give her work merit. Before long she has a working draft that she is proud of, and she hands it out to us before a meal of meatloaf and greenbeans, a copy for each of us, and asks us to practice our lines. We read from the script, an almost word-for-word reenactment of a meal we shared three nights before, while our mother sits and watches us recite her/our words, transcribing them, writing yet another script.
Riley Michael Parker
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THE SISTERS BROTHERS
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