One year after the suicide of their teenage son, Debora and Michael sit down to dinner with their son’s bully and his parents.
Closure is on the menu, but accusations are the main course as good intentions are gradually stripped away to reveal layers of parental, sexual, and political hypocrisy – at a dinner party where grief is the loudest guest.
Written with sensitivity and humour, Late Company explores restorative justice, cyber bullying, and is both a timely and timeless meditation on a parent’s struggle to comprehend the monstrous and unknown in their child.
This is theatre in its purest form: a cathartic cleansing.
A genuinely powerful ending that seems to tighten round the throat; if nothing else, that will ensure Tannahill (still in his 20s) is a name that sticks in the memory.