I do not know what happened in that room. I have been told by the supervisor that the visit was appropriate and that both parties were composed, which is the language they use, and which is designed to convey nothing and does.

Phoebe came out at 3:31 in the afternoon.

She did not cry. She got in the car and put her seatbelt on and looked out the window for about six miles, and then she said:

“He’s small.”

“What do you mean?”

“I remembered him being enormous.” She kept looking out the window. “He’s not. He’s just a guy. He’s got a bad tooth and he does this thing with his hands.”