Everlasting Play Script — Tuck

You’re showing her a cage with no lock and calling it a key. (To Winnie.) Girl. What’s your name again?

(She looks at the bottle, then at Angus.) But if I drink it… I’ll never see the first wrinkle on my mother’s hand. Or watch my father’s hair turn gray. Or know what it feels like to be old, and tired, and ready. tuck everlasting play script

I’ve watched my own boy here stay seventeen while the world grew up and left him behind. I’ve watched my wife, Mae, hum the same lullaby for eighty years because she can’t remember a new one. We ain’t blessed, Winnie Foster. We’re a photograph. Pretty to look at. But you can’t step inside. You’re showing her a cage with no lock

(Anguished.) But I love her, Papa.

Winnifred. Winnie Foster.