"Honey, she's still awake."
"Mmm, well I'm not."
"She's your daughter. Go find out what's wrong."
"Sweetheart, she's heartbroken. She's been doing this for weeks now."
"She can't keep reading until six in the morning. It's bad for her health."
"Health didn't stop you when you did it, I doubt it'll stop her."
"What do you mean?"
"Sweetheart, I found you in a library chain smoking a pack of cigarettes and guzzling Mountain Dew."
"How is that relevant?"
"You and your daughter both read away your sorrows."
