The Glass Menagerie
"I was valuable to him as someone who could remember his former glory." (6.1, Tom).
The light dims out on Tom and comes up in the Wingfield living room—a delicate lemony light. It is abut five on a Friday evening of late spring which comes "scattering poems in the sky. (Scene Six stage directions).
A faraway, scratchy rendition of ‘Dardanella" softens the air and gives her strength to move through it. (Scene Six, stage directions).