An underfunded abortion clinic and a wealthy crisis pregnancy center operate as next-door neighbors.

Reviewing the playtext on the way home, I’m reasonably certain the playwright added (or added back) at least one lengthy sequence to give Susan Sarandon a meatier role for the benefit crowd, and Susan responded in turn by reading it in the flattest, least-invested tone you can imagine. Think, like, the kid who doesn’t want to popcorn-read in third grade. This made such a sour impression that I don’t feel like I can fairly say whether the play was any good or not. I was glad that my money went to a good cause (Chicago Abortion Fund).