"Death Of A Doornail"

Last month, for the thirteenth year in a row, Fairhaven School’s Theatre Corporation staged a production. This year, they decided to host a dinner theater. Staff and students set up the room, and parents cooked the baked ziti and black beans. The mother of the murder “victim” baked bread from scratch! Our resident student pastry chef made scrumptious desserts. Cast and crew served the audience. As for the production, it was a hilarious send-up of the murder mystery genre. Highlights included the dowager in drag, the ditzy blonde, the Brooklyn gangster, and audience participation.

Bravo and thanks to all!

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