You trot to her and tell her you want to visit your mother, Screwloose. The attendant tells the progress they have made with her. She has been less prone to agitation and better yet, hasn't howled at night since around a month ago. Memories sweep through your mind like a fast picture play. Your father divorcing and abusing your mother with words, constantly saying that she was a horrid beast with no worth. It inevitably went out of control and she lost herself in those words. Becoming the thing his father dictated her as in an act to please.