Hot Dust    Incubator Arts Project, New York, Jan 25-Feb 3, 2013    With: Faryl Amadeus, Chet Mazure, Sharla Meese, Prairie Rose, Dave Shelley, and Brooke Volkert.
       
     
 The ecstatic Sister takes two forms: In Act One, she is a Spiritualist medium who evades an angry client in Buffalo to find fame assuaging the sorrows of Cleveland in a mass seance. All the while, she waits fruitlessly for a message from her beloved
       
     
  Hot Dust    Incubator Arts Project, New York, Jan 25-Feb 3, 2013    With: Faryl Amadeus, Chet Mazure, Sharla Meese, Prairie Rose, Dave Shelley, and Brooke Volkert.
       
     

Hot Dust

Incubator Arts Project, New York, Jan 25-Feb 3, 2013

With: Faryl Amadeus, Chet Mazure, Sharla Meese, Prairie Rose, Dave Shelley, and Brooke Volkert.

 The ecstatic Sister takes two forms: In Act One, she is a Spiritualist medium who evades an angry client in Buffalo to find fame assuaging the sorrows of Cleveland in a mass seance. All the while, she waits fruitlessly for a message from her beloved
       
     

The ecstatic Sister takes two forms: In Act One, she is a Spiritualist medium who evades an angry client in Buffalo to find fame assuaging the sorrows of Cleveland in a mass seance. All the while, she waits fruitlessly for a message from her beloved estranged sibling. In Act Two, she is a Pentecostal evangelist on the Sawdust Trail, transported back in time from the shame of her revealed adultery to her beginnings as a radio pastor and finally to her first moment in grace, alone in a crowd in Ontario.

ELIZA:

We’ve prepared the room. We’ve sat in peace. In short, we’ve done everything we can. But let me say once again: only love and light are welcome here.

Silence. They all inhale deeply.

A single bell chime.

Sister inhales again. Eliza secretly signals Eustace; he floats the handkerchief past The Widow’s face and she shudders. They look at her, then past her as if watching the spirit leave the room.

SISTER:

A filament. A shade of glass, stained green. Thicker in the center. A gold pull chain.

ELIZA:

Does that mean anything to you, Mrs. Bennington?

THE WIDOW BENNINGTON:

A hole in my stocking. I can grab it with my toe.

Silence.

SISTER:

A gold rim -- a watch?

ELIZA:

Does that mean anything to you, Mrs. Bennington?

THE WIDOW BENNINGTON:

What is that smell?

SISTER:

Soft brown, with a crease. Leather. The fold runs diagonally from upper left to lower right.

ELIZA:

Does this mean anything to you, Mrs. Bennington?

Silence, then Sister gasps.