A small house in Monroe, LA. Monroe is a city surrounded by small rural farming communities. Early afternoon on Thanksgiving Day in the 1970s. (FRANCES, an estranged housewife in her 40s, is tidying up her dining area in her kitchen. She is wearing a house dress or muumuu with a house coat over it. She has flat house slippers on. Her hair is styled in a short afro. The table is set with a centerpiece of flowers in a large coffee can, but nothing else. There is a counter upstage left that has pots and pans full of food ready to serve. There are also a couple desserts, a four-layer coconut cake and a sweet potato pie. She is expecting her children to come over and eat with her. The wall-mounted phone rings. She picks up with no hesitation.) FRANCES Hey, Peggy…yes, gal! I tole you to come ova at two. Yo brotha stayed up late gettin’ dis turkey done. Now I still got a pecan pie in da oven…Yes, I know how much you love dem. I can’t wait to see y’all. It’s been a long time. Da do...