Standing on Hugh's knee, Ken and Barbie's incongruous, plastic smiles are contrasting with the voices channeled through them. It was doll therapy time, and for once, tough-guy, macho Hugh was getting into it. It's not that he wasn't trying in the sessions before. He was blocked. Last week he had a chance to draw a house with crayons, and drew a blank. He drew a pair of boobs on a crude stick woman instead; but they were not any ordinary boobs. These were square boobs. And right now the dolls were playing out a drama to provide, we might assume, an insight to his troubled relationship. In alternating voices so individual you could almost forget they came from the same person, Hugh played out the most common point of contention that came to mind.