Elena Marchetti, my grandmother, was a tremendously loving and vital person. And a great cook. She was also the funniest person I have ever known. She coined such family-famous terms as "playing bumper cars" (driving dangerously in heavy traffic), "a night of horrors" (a bad night's sleep), and "jingety jongs" (cheap, worthless trinkets you buy at places like Wal-Mart). Much of the re-writing of Last Love was done at her hospital bedside. This play is dedicated to her because this play, for all of its surface flailing, is about the true nature of love.