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		<title>The Rose Glass &#8211; A One Act Play  By Kem Roy Neal</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[CHARACTERS Carmen Hamilton – Late thirties Carman’s father, Franklin – Early sixties SETTING Carmen and her Father are in the living room of their small, lower-middle class, Alpena, Michigan home. It is snowing. They have just returned from the funeral of Mary Hamilton, wife/mother. On the coffee table is a wine colored goblet, with a white rose painted on it. TIME Now. FRANKLIN It was a nice funeral. (Pulls a flask out of his pocket) I say it was a nice funeral. (Takes a drink. Returns flask) CARMEN (Mockingly) “It was a nice funeral.” FRANKLIN Are you sassing me girl? CARMEN It was not a nice funeral, dad. It is cold and damp and miserable. Momma should have been buried somewhere sunny, like California. That is where she always wanted to live. California. The land of sunshine, palm trees and beautiful beaches. She should not be buried here in, Alpena. She hated it here. FRANKLIN Now, look here, Carmen girl. I know you’er upset about your momma passin’ and all. And I might even give you a little leeway. Remember I said, might… But if you keep talking crazy, and lying about your momma wanting to got to California. I [...]]]></description>
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