C11 An architect as a psychologist?

"Mom!...I'm going out" Nevena shouted at her mom who was busy in the kitchen. It was early Sunday morning. The earth was still coated in white. Even the small white flakes had reduced falling.

Mrs Tobias emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands with a kitchen cloth.

"Are you going to work even on Sundays? " she asked her daughter, raising her eyebrows. She had to ask because she was bothered