Something horrible has happened next door. With those children. And their parents. And the chains. So Sheila, then Helen, then Erica, Cathy, Kathy, Miranda, Patty, Julie, Linda, Allison, Martha and Bebe just stopped by to check in, drop off some comfort food, and hear how Brenda’s holding up. I mean, she couldn’t have known. Right?
Right?
NEXT DOOR is an explosive, darkly comedic, and layered (like lasagna) dissection of pseudo-feminist self-actualization rhetoric and the pleasures to be found in proximity to pain.