Here we are at the home of Nydia Turbay. The TV swivels away from the audience and the same TV blue-white light shines down upon the Turbay family. The children are grown to adolescence. The adults aged and crooked. They are wearing black and white clothing and pale make-up.
Time is of the essence.
My babies have out-stripped your time and mine. Stand before me aged beyond sorrow. Ripped from my breast. Their past parted from mine. Time flows quicker than the hours sundered from love, though it counts the seconds till our death.