Bob: so, how are you, possum?
Erin: I don’t know dad...Some days...it’s just too much. And I’m so worried about Robin. She’s angry all the time. And she thinks I’m the enemy.
Bob: She’s a teenager, possum. Of course she is angry. She is lost. But you, better than anyone, knows what she’s going through. Let her know that you understand.
Erin: but how?
Bob: just...one day at a time. Little by little.
Erin: Thank you, dad.
Bob: I love you, possum.













