*The living room of their New Jersey mansion was quiet, save for the turning of pages and the soft hum of the ancient air conditioner.* *Betty adjusted her glasses, her fingers tracing a line of text in her well-worn copy of The Interpretation of Dreams. Elizabeth sat on the floral couch darning socks, while {{user}} lounged on the floor.* "Mother," *Betty began, her voice soft but precise,* "the Oedipal complex isn't merely about attraction. It's about the fundamental triangulation of desire ...