Sidebar: I am nayyyyyyyyyyyver having teenagers. When my children turn 13 I will be giving them away (do you want one? They will be brainy and, if Joel is any indication, ridiculously good-looking).
Ok so. Elizabeth and James have a teenager named Rosie. Rosie is a good kid who doesn’t do a lot of drugs until she is a good kid who does do a lot of drugs, and that’s kind of it. Because what does one do when one is raising a teenager who secretly does a lot of drugs? What does one do when one is a teenager, whose parents are cramping one’s ability to do a lot of drugs?
Drug-addled, lying fiend of a child PLUS latent alcoholism means that Elizabeth is fighting demons on multiple fronts. James’ demons = full-time writing, and not being Rosie’s biological dad, who is dead. This results in a fair amount of your-not-my-daddishness, as well as lots of I-hate-you and this-is-why-I-want-to-move-out and I imagine that if you are the parent of a teen you will either feel incredibly empathized with OR it will be too difficult for you to read because AAAAHHHHGH THE BACKTALK!!!