2 Works in Death of a Salesman - Arthur Miller
"I'm ready," Biff says in a painfully convincing tone of voice. "I've got the tickets out of here for tomorrow. I doubt Mom would mind if she didn't see me again. …I'm liable not to come back."
The front porch chooses an uncomfortable time to sag creakily under Happy's weight. "Our father built this house," he blurts out, as if there were anything their father could do to keep Biff around that he hadn't already tried while he was still alive.
tw: vaguely incestuish?
They don't buy a ranch. At least, not at first. Biff/Happy.