“Mother made me come. She made all of us come.” “And why’s that, Richard?” “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because she thinks we’re crazy.” “That’s not a nice word. We won’t use that word. It’s a judgment word.” “Okay. Sorry.” “Only ignorant and uninformed people use words like that. People who don’t understand that we’re all different and equally unique.” “I won’t use that word anymore.” “Thank you. Do you think you’re crazy?” “No.” “Then why would your mother? Can you think of another reason, the real reason your mother would want you to come here?” “Maybe it’s because we’re always fighting. That’s what she says. That we are fighting all the time and…” “Why are you fighting?” “…sometimes I set things on fire…” “You’re fighting because you set things on fire?” “No. You didn’t let me finish. We’re fighting all the time and sometimes I set things on fire.” “Oh.” “I mean, I think we’re here because we’re always fighting and sometimes I set things on fire.”
