A girl named Violet reminisces about the time her sister, Rose, sang in a parking lot. Rose had her first psychotic break at the age of fifteen. The next ten years of her life were spent in and out of psychiatric hospitals. Violet and her family went to see many family therapists with Rose, and the worst therapist that they saw was named Dr. Walker. Dr. Thorne, a large Texan man, was the best therapist Rose had. Under his care, Rose was able to become much more functional and even joined a choir. Dr. Thorne also helped to curb Rose's reckless promiscuity while she lived at a halfway house. He inspired the rest of the family to volunteer at hospitals. After five years, Dr. Thorne died. Many people, including the mentally healthy and unhealthy, attended his funeral. Rose had to wait forty-five days before she could see a new therapist. One day, Rose began to hit her head on the floor after she was told to change her soggy pants. Violet protected her after several hits. Ashamed of what she had done, Rose ran off to her room to cry. That night, Violet woke up and went to Rose’s room. Rose was not there, and Violet found her lying down outside, barely alive, with an empty bottle of pills. Rose died and her family planned the funeral.