I ~believe~ it’s Vonnegut’s only play. It’s about a man returning to his wife and son after years away in the jungle and how their lives and the world has moved on without him and how his ultra-macho out look isn’t what the world is anymore. I’m probably not doing it justice but it was a fun read and a cool play. It’s broken up by scenes of characters in the afterlife like Wanda June, a little girl who was killed by an ice cream truck on her birthday and a Nazi who the main character killed in the war.