The Game With the Chingu Box

Jack's condition gets worse when he drinks. He stalks all around the house, a gaunt tiger in a menagerie and gnaws at childhood memories elizabeth has already forgotten. She knows that jack is likely sponging up all r fear, observing it in the subtleties of her body language,. But dwelling on that will only make her more anxious. Burthing an unstoppable feedback loop. And the prospect of entering that loop also makes her anxious. The whole thing is flucked and its because she is weak, unstable. She is the bad mother. Unless it's something else, thep is so horrible and enormous that she can't look at it directly.