This is a play about a tragic night in a garish motel room. It portrays an impossible dialogue between a father who says too much, too loudly and too late, and an anorexic daughter who takes refuge in silence.

« ROLAND : […] If I didn't love you enough, I'd like to know what they think is enough, I'd like someone to come here and explain to me, right to my face, what's enough, just exactly what love is… if I loved you… I nearly went crazy with all that business with your eyes and your sickness, and the way you came back and all. […] Then… if anything could've made me fall into drink, that would've been it. […] You see how crazy the world is : there are only two things, only two real disappointments I ever had that could've really been dangerous to me, and both times I lost something. The first time was when Mom lost my boy. […] He was called Christopher. I had him baptised and buried. It wasn't usually done but it was important to me. He was my son. The doctors said they couldn't be sure of the sex, but I could, it'd been five months that I'd been waiting for that child, and I knew he was a boy. […] A year later you came. We named you Christine after him, and in spite of everything, we loved you. »

"Night brings to mind the film Family Life. But the scope of Marie Laberge's play outdistances the film ever so subtly. A remarkable work." Jacques Nason, Le Figaro Magazine, Paris, March 1, 1986.