DAUGHTER
I look in the mirror and I see you
and I’ve never hated you more --

                        MOTHER
you’re whining again

DAUGHTER
sorry

MOTHER
I’ve made stew for dinner

DAUGHTER
o.k.

MOTHER
you’re being very incommunicative
you’re being like your father these days

DAUGHTER
good

MOTHER
I’m sorry?

DAUGHTER
nothing; can I have some more stew?
(can I have the car can you
take away my mirror actually can you
give me more mirrors I don’t know
who I hate more you or myself I don’t know
who I want to hate more you or myself I don’t know
if I want more mirrors or no mirrors)