by Jennifer Phillips
with and

Kate: "I know you never finally admit responsibility for anything. You just sit there, don't you: A little tin statue, a graven image, waiting for it all - sacrificial offerings - whatever they might be. A bit of steak and kidnev, a devotional display, some wholemeal bread, garlands, a hole in one, a severed head, a firstborn child..."
David: "How is she?"
Kate: "Go and look at her - if you like."

But the nature of responsibility is overall more subtly distributed in this ironic study of marital breakdown.