Neon illuminated the room while a mutt puppy pisses on his owner's house slippers. His owner, a large bosomed woman in her late forties, with silver tipped hair and sunken brown eyes, is out for the evening with two of her dearest friends - a lesbian couple who own the town's one and only trailer park - "Sunset Terrace". The owner - I'll call her Dedre - has recently lost her job as a nail technician. 

"We just couldn't get along." Dedre tells her friends while sipping from a can of Coors. "I couldn't take it anymore you guys." 

Her friends briefly glare at each other reaffirming their annoyance with Dedre's term "you guys". They have told her a number of times not to refer to them this way, to instead call them by their names, Sippy and Fran, but Dedre doesn't listen. Dedre gossips about the graveyard and the old nameless man and his mother who live at the edge of the mill pond. Dedre will soon be alone.