“Oh Mama,” Koslosky pleaded. “Just look at me one minute as though you really saw me. Mama, fourteen years have gone by. I’m dead.” But her mother couldn’t hear her. And the longer the scene played, the more wrenching her obliviousness became. “I can’t!” Koslosky finally told the Stage Manager, surrendering. “It goes so fast. We don’t have time to look at one another.”
