After a butt-load of yippety-dippety about dropping her creative writing class and John's needing to bone up on cosmetic dentistry, Elly gets to the point: should she make make her children endure so many guilt trips they earn frequent flier miles?
By the way, the line that makes this letter totally frakking ridiculous is this:
Or do they (as my mother argues) help children develop a proper conscience and prevent them growing up with a totally selfish point of view?
Too bad that Marian didn't twig to Elly's being a borderline sociopath; the old doll fell for Elly's outrageous ass-kissing when she was a teenager and thus thought she had set her on the right path. As we've seen, Elly is incapable of real remorse and thinks the world rotates around her.