A mother and daughter go to therapy. There’s nothing exactly wrong except everything. They fight, they bicker, they rage they cry. Why? “Why,” the mother asks, “do you hate me so much?” The daughter stunned, stammers, “but I thought you were so disappointed in me, I thought you hated me!” Chatter in the outer office, a siren down the street, a blooming amaryllis  drinks the light on the window table.