Tamara: I crotched this wool with my grandmother... when I was seven... He unravelled it, Maeve... in my face... one loop at a time... and now it's gone... (sob) There's nothing left...
Maeve: (draping a blanket over Tamara) ...There's nothing left here.
Maeve: (draping a blanket over Tamara) ...There's nothing left here.
— Between Friends' Domestic Abuse arc
