Eventually, Susan goes to a lawyer to get the medical report. When Mr. Rush (Richard Donelly) does so, they learn that several pages are missing. Hmmm. A lawsuit it is.

While the above sounds straightforward, as written and staged the story sometimes comes to us roundabout, through scenes that too often spin their wheels instead of propelling the action. One of the tricks, and necessities, with artful enterprises is to convey naturalness while concealing artifice. Love Alone has several characters whom we care about, but sometimes has them rattle around in exchanges that go nowhere in scenes that advance little.

That said, Helen eventually makes headway toward accepting the unacceptable and Susan comes to understand her surviving mother better. As for Dr. Neal, she learns to accept responsibility, for her professional and personal lives, in a wrenching catharsis every bit as anguished as Helen's. For his part, the character J. P. seems to exist mainly to give the doctor someone else to talk to.

Clever complete-the-thought title: Love alone is painful? Love alone matters? All that and more.

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