The mother is now the child and the daughter scolds her for driving late at night and the mother cowers on the sofa half afraid of her. Her disgruntled child seems taller and stronger than she remembers and the daughter goes into the kitchen to cook some beetroot broth and they sit in the lounge room quietly together, not a word spoken and then the mother nods off to sleep watching television and the daughter carries her to the bed and watches her mother dream and she stands over guarding the bed like some Roman sentry and then finally she…