Beatrice sent nine text messages between Monday afternoon and Tuesday morning.

The general shape of them was that she had been beside herself about her mother’s bracelet, that she had come to this country with nothing and that bracelet was all she had of her mother, that discipline in her day had been different, that she had raised three children and none of them had turned out badly, and that I had always been cold to her.

Not one of the nine mentioned Daisy’s ears.

Raymond sent one, which said, in full: It was one slap.

You know it was one slap.

Naomi has that framed.