the egg cup

My mother had a blue glass dish, every morning she boiled an egg and put it on a little tray with the dish. If the dish got moved or put away she would freak out . Today the dish 'jumped off the tray' and shattered all over the hall way near the front door. Her reaction was elation. M reported that since she had been so worried that it would break, now that it finally broke she was at last free of the anxiety.