So begins the story of two young women on a journey. Soledad, the artist, is on her way to an arranged presentation of her artwork to a gallery manager in Flagstaff. Hilary is the enigmatic breeze of a woman whose beauty has captivated Soledad and who has offered to be Soledad's art manager. Their mission to get to Flagstaff is derailed when Soledad's car breaks down.
Out of options, Hilary has no choice but to borrow a car from her depressed but brilliant brother, Louis... or does she?
From the moment the door opens to reveal a drunk, disheveled, and desperate Louis, the game begins to spin out of control. As the accusations, insinuations, and manipulations take on a life of their own, we are invited into the personal and private space of two siblings teetering on the edge of utter desolation.
As the story unfolds, fables told from coffee table tops, and secrets that "should never, ever be told," are hallmarks of the journey whose rich tapestry of characters and psychological power-plays paint a vivid landscape of the mind games hidden behind the closed doors among the "vapid, beige, stucco horizon" of the suburban desert of Phoenix, Arizona.
As Hilary and Louis' conflict reaches a climax along a desert road, the lies are exposed and surprises unfurled. Each character involved in this psychological exploration of family and sexuality discover what it means to suffer inexplicable torment rather than be alone.
In their family, this is called Love.
