Once youthful, the days of old have moved to the present. She laid with the beauty of tender wrinkles and silvery hairs combed into its rightful place, rattling on about the concerning things of life. Her head turned as she focused. "What happened to my baby boy?" Dorothy Sutton whispers to her granddaughter Sheba. Words which she once held tight in secrecy, as come forth. She never wanted this to happen. As old memories never fade, even as new ones...