Hannah is a thirty-something wife, homehealth worker, and antiwar activist. Her husband, Johnny, is a stay-at-home pothead working--or "working"--on building them a house before the winter chill sets in. They're currently living and screwing in the back of a truck, hoping for a pregnancy, which seems like it will never come. Told with tenderness and care in an undefined near future, Davis's astute projections probe at current anxieties in a cautionary tale that begs the question: What will happen after tomorrow?
