Summer ’03 Monologues

A 16-year-old girl and her extended family are left reeling after her calculating grandmother unveils an array of secrets on her deathbed.

Isn't it funny how you can never remember much about summer? It's kinda just like, I don't know, a generic string of happy memories. Like that feeling when you leave on the last day of school and when your hands get sticky from ice-cream melting off the cone. Swimming with friends, sometimes with boys if you're lucky. Sleeping till 2. Borrowing the car. When nothing significant ever happens, it's very easy for the days to melt together… passing slowly like a lazy river.

This was the summer I fucked up.