She understands, is the trouble. For so long, Peggy has kept her own pain and grief close to the chest so as not to burden those around her, but now she finds herself worrying how much of that is possibly healthy. Then again, she's the first to shuck the notion of needing therapy.

"Well, we don't need to speak of it," Peggy insists. "Why don't you tell me something inconsequential?" she suggests. "For me, there's a lovely little diner in New York City that boasts the best apple pie I've ever had."