A coarse, grasping Southerner, bellowing his frustration at not being able to seize his family homestead, halts in his tirade long enough to realize that he is talking to an empty room--empty, that is, except for the coffin containing his recently deceased aunt, to whom he kowtowed for years in hopes of getting his way. He turns to go and shouts, "You hateful old woman! I never liked you!"
It is not giving away much to reveal this gothic moment as the curtain line of So Long on Lonely Street, a zesty, poignant and fiercely funny comedy. Far more shocking revelations...
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