The lights are out, not down. Has P.S.122 forgotten to pay its Con Ed bill? Before the question can be considered, a handsome bachelor climbs awkwardly into the audience to relate a personal tale of obsessive love. Enter a prospective governess. Taking a seat beside the man, she listens dutifully to her queer job description: Assume total responsibility for his orphaned niece and nephew and don't bother him with the details. Baffling silences punctuate the blacked-out conversation, as a second Governess sneaks into the room with two creepy children, one in britches and knee pads, the other clutching a toy crayfish. The gloom onstage begins to slowly brighten, as though lit by an ember. Still, not much is clear, except perhaps the sneaking feeling that the brats would like nothing more than to scare the daylights out of their... More >>>