Frankie and Johnny in the Claire de Lune

I finally read the play Frankie and Johnny in the Claire de Lune that a friend lent me months ago. The dialogue is snappy. I enjoyed it. It is about two lonely, people whose first date ends with them tumbling into bed. Johnny finds his sould mate in Frankie and she finds every reason imagineable why a relationship between the two of them won't work. I think there may be a reason my friend wanted me to read this play. I've got it. The signs lately point to tearing down the walls. As Feist would say, "...could it have, something to do with admitting that you, just can't go through it alone..." If I ever get the chance, I'll work on that.