“She’s like you,” Beatrice said.

“You came into this family with nothing and now your daughter’s helping herself.”

And I said — and I did not raise my voice, and Raymond told the police afterward that I had been screaming, and the camera shows that I was not — I said:

“Don’t ever say the word thief about my daughter again.

And don’t ever put your hands on her again.”

Raymond put his cigarette out in a glass ashtray on the dining table.