A stellar performance which the everloving audience of My Sister Eileen will welcome -- and with gl. For here, in large capitals, is the story of Ruth's ""secret"" marriage to Mike, whom she had known for 12 days and whose whole life was most unmutual to here. From their first years of marriage, living in Greenwich Village in New York City, (where in fattening her new husband she overstuffed herself) to their lives as authors, he with books and The New Masses, she with her New Yorker articles and her proletarian causes, (especially her adored United Rubber Workers). Then there's the awful mixture of their friends and relatives, with Eileen flitting caustically in and out, trailing them to Westport and glorying in the appearance of Ruth's book. There is Eileen's romance -- marriage -- and death and the adopting of her son. There's Washington and the long awaited and much desired pregnancy and the turmoil attendant on the birth of baby Eileen; there's a third child. Mike's son by a former marriage, who elects to live with them. There's the play -- and the movie made from the book -- all this in true McKenney -- mad and mirthful style. Wonderful vocal leers, idiot dialogues, really funny accounts of marital blunders and clashes, unforgettable ""nettles in my garden of memories"" and, above all, a tender, intimate story of twelve years of marriage. Happy selling!