William Inge’s 1959 stage play A Loss of Roses is a slow-bleeding, heavy-hearted drama about a twenty-one-year-old mama's boy who gets tangled up in a romantic briar patch thicker than a June blackberry bush. Set back in the muddy, rain-soaked summer of 1933 in a small town outside Kansas City, this one is fuller of small-town misery and unfulfilled yearnings than a country church during a drought. Here’s the small bunch of lonely souls stewing in that little Midwestern house. Kenny Baird: A twenty-one-year-old gas station worker who is stuck tighter than a rusted bolt to his mama. He’s resentful, stubborn, and can't decide if he wants to be the man of the house or a coddled toddler. Helen Baird: Kenny’s widowed mama. She’s a god-fearing nurse who spends her days walking on eggshells around her son, trying to love him without letting him swallow her whole. Lila Green: An old family friend and a tent-show actress down on her luck. She’s a beautiful, fragile soul who arrives like a stray cat looking for a porch, carrying a dark past and a powerful need to be cared for. When Lila moves into the spare room to hide out from her abusive boyfriend, she throws a match right into Kenny and Helen's damp gunpowder. Kenny gets a sudden hankering for this older, sophisticated woman, and Lila—lonely enough to mistake a boy's fumbling heat for real shelter—gives in. It sets off a quiet explosion that changes everyone's weather by the final curtain. This play flopped harder than a dropped skillet on Broadway back in its day, but looking at it now, it’s a powerful, dark slice of American gothic history. It doesn't have a happy, bow-tied ending, but it shows with brutal honesty how hard it is for a young man to cut his mama's apron strings without tearing his own skin off in the process.