After three failed marriages and frequent breakdowns, Rebecca returns home to live with her aging mother. Rebecca has no means to support herself. This new living arrangement is fragile; the two women have never been in sync.
On the first night in her old bedroom, Rebecca glances upon something.
“Ma!. How dare you!”
Her mother comes shuffling into the room. “What’s wrong now?”
“That picture. You know that I never got along with Sarah’s husband.”
“This is my home and this picture is history.”
The women tussle. Eventually the photo is relayed to the back of a dusty drawer.
On the first night in her old bedroom, Rebecca glances upon something.
“Ma!. How dare you!”
Her mother comes shuffling into the room. “What’s wrong now?”
“That picture. You know that I never got along with Sarah’s husband.”
“This is my home and this picture is history.”
The women tussle. Eventually the photo is relayed to the back of a dusty drawer.
