Love is a liquid that adheres to the shape of any vessel it is poured into. Either it be mother and child, a long-lost lover, your partner, a possible suitor, or your pet; love quenches our collective searching soul.
Henry is an animal behaviorist and caregiver to Eliza, a two-hundred-and-fifty pound gorilla who is versed in American Sign Language and the intricacies of solitaire. Together they share a psychic space like the eye of a hurricane where there is calm while all around them the world contrives to tear them apart. Either it be Angie, Henry's supervisor, who is forever concocting plans to pervert, publicize, and subsidize Henry's research. Or then again, there is Lanuola, Henry's past lover who wants to rekindle their own flame. Junior, Eliza's son, is inordinately possessive of his mother. And lastly there is Tracy who is awash in the fluidity of her/his/them's sexuality of who she/he or them actually is.
All of them are lovers of today.
