“Cat on a Hot Tin Roof”

ext. afternoon.

The upper wraparound gallery of the home of big daddy pollitt, an aging tycoon. There are two pairs of doors opening onto the gallery.

maggie the cat, a beautiful young woman with an unwrinkled brow, casually closes the doors as she inspects the afternoon sky.

maggie: Brick, I’m shutting the doors now that Big Daddy’s turned on the central air. We’re not paying to cool the entire Mississippi Delta.

Click here to see the full article from the New Yorker