I looked around the room. Again, there was a soothing quality to what she was saying, reassuring simplicity. I said, “Would you tell these sorts of things to the girls?” Her scissors made two crisp sounds in the cotton fabric. Then she let go of them and looked at me. She said, “If Daddy got to them and hurt them in any way I would help them learn about evil and retribution. If he doesn’t, then they can have the luxury of learning about mercy and the benefits of doubt.”