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The only official stage play of V.C. Andrews’s enduring classic of forbidden love—adapted by Andrew Neiderman (The Devil’s Advocate). Experience in this new format the original story that captured the world’s imagination and earned V.C. Andrews a fiercely devoted readership.

At the top of the stairs there are four secrets hidden. Blond, beautiful, innocent, and struggling to stay alive . . .

They were a perfect family, golden and carefree—until a heartbreaking tragedy shattered their happiness. Now, for the sake of an inheritance that will ensure their future, the children must be hidden away out of sight, as if they never existed. Kept on the top floor of their grandmotherds vast mansion, their loving mother assures them it will be just for a little while. But as brutal days swell into agonizing months and years, Cathy, Chris, and twins Cory and Carrie, realize their survival is at the mercy of their cruel and superstitious grandmother . . . and this cramped and helpless world may be the only one they ever know.

Book One of the Dollanganger series, the sequels include Petals in the Wind, If There Be Thorns, Seeds of Yesterday, and Garden of Shadows. Then experience the attic from Christopher’s point of view in Christopher’s Diary: Secrets of Foxworth and Christopher’s Diary: Echoes of Dollanganger.
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ISBN: 9781501103957
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Act I

Scene 1

A small pin spot comes up on the face of Cathy Dollanganger (in her twenties). She begins to speak as if talking in her sleep.

OLDER CATHY. Truly, when I was very young, I believed all of life would be like one long and perfect summer day. Our daddy was a PR man for a large computer manufacturing firm, and when he came home on late Friday afternoons, my brother Christopher and I would dash into his waiting arms.

The pin spot widens to show Older Cathy from the waist up.

OLDER CATHY. When the twins, Cory and Carrie, were born, I was jealous, but I soon realized I need never be. Love was a word lavished about in our home, especially Daddy’s love for Momma. It was as if we were living in an old-time movie.

The spotlight widens.

OLDER CATHY. We never even dreamed he would die, but suddenly, on his birthday, in fact, he was in a terrible car accident, and he was gone. Daddy had done foolish things with our money and had borrowed against his life insurance. We were bankrupt, and Momma had no choice but to write to her mother for help, a mother who had never seen us. She told us we were going to live in a grand mansion and truly be rich. I would have ballet lessons, Christopher would be able to attend medical school when he graduated from high school and be the doctor he dreamed he’d be, and the twins, Cory and Carrie, would have everything a little boy and girl would need. We wouldn’t have Daddy, but we’d have a future and a family.

The spotlight goes off, and the curtain rises slowly on the attic loft.

Scene 2

Olivia walks in first and turns on a light, revealing a large, long loft that seems to go on forever. (Note: Whenever Christopher and Cathy look out the window, they look directly at the audience.) It is cluttered with old furniture, a table and chairs, antiques, bad paintings, trunks, and much more to be revealed later.

Olivia (in her sixties) turns to the others standing in the doorway. She is a stern-looking woman in a plain dress, her hair in a tight chignon.

OLIVIA. What are you waiting for, Corrine?

Corrine (thirty-eight, attractive) enters.

CORRINE. Why are we putting them in the attic, Mother? There are so many bedrooms far away from Daddy.

OLIVIA [snapping]. What about the servants? They clean those bedrooms periodically. Bring them in, or take them out of this house.

Corrine hesitates.

OLIVIA. Well?

Corrine turns slowly.

CORRINE. Bring in the twins, Christopher, Cathy.

Christopher (seventeen) comes in first with seven-year-old Cory. Christopher is a very bright, mature young man. Cathy (fifteen) follows, carrying Carrie. Cathy is pretty.

OLIVIA. Your children are beautiful, but do they have some hidden afflictions? It’s best I know immediately.

CORRINE. My children are perfect.

OLIVIA. As Lucifer was thought to be in heaven.

CATHY. Why are we up here?

CHRISTOPHER. Why did we have to come in the back way?

OLIVIA [with a cold smile]. Apparently, you have told them nothing. I’m not surprised.

Olivia pulls a dusty cover off a sofa.

OLIVIA. Sit them here while I do what you were supposed to do.

CORRINE. Mother, they’re tired.

OLIVIA. Then why waste any more time? [To Christopher and Cathy.] Sit.

Cathy looks to Christopher. He nods. She moves to the sofa, Carrie still clinging tightly to her hand. Christopher moves to the sofa and sets Cory beside him.

OLIVIA. Now, you two older children listen to me and listen well. It will be your responsibility to keep your brother and sister quiet. There’s to be no running and jumping and especially no banging on these walls. Nothing is to be broken, and most important of all, stay away from the windows.

CARRIE. I want to go home, Momma.

CORY. Me, too!

CORRINE. Please, just listen to your grandmother, children.

OLIVIA. In the morning, I’ll bring you your breakfast. Later, I’ll bring you your lunches and dinners. Is this understood? Your mother will show you where the bathroom is up here. Don’t leave the water running or throw something you shouldn’t down the toilet. [To Corrine.] I assume she’s had her first period.

CHRISTOPHER. Of course she has. She’s fifteen.

OLIVIA. How do you know so much about her body?

CORRINE [trying to make light of it]. Christopher hopes to become a doctor someday.

OLIVIA. I don’t want any doctor-patient games going on here.

CHRISTOPHER [smiling]. What?

CORRINE. My children are good, Mother.

OLIVIA. That would be