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The telephone rings and slowly Mary appears on her crutches. She has spilt her coffee, she is unsure whether to answer the ?phone, she agonises. This is how David K O'Hara's play Now Until The Hour begins. From then on we are taken through snapshots of Mary's mind: things that have happened to her, things she had been told, things that could not be seen. In the end we are not sure how much is fantasy and how much is real memory..

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Author: David K O'Hara