[image description: extreme close-up of zenith’s rage face, her eyebrows arched pointedly, the corners of her black-lipsticked mouth turned down sharply, showing all her teeth. in the kitchen behind her is a folding card table with an empty TV dinner container on it as well as a used plate no one bothered to clear away. “i can’t get another prescription for those pills, you selfish prick!” she shouts.]
