Carnegie:
Is he staying?
Solara:
We didn't do much talking.
Claudia:
Solara honey, eat something.
Solara:
Mom, give me your hand. Close your eyes. Mom, trust me... Dear Lord.
[Carnegie freezes where he is sitting, listening intently]
Solara:
We thank you for our food. Thank you for my mother. Thank you for the roof over our heads and our new friends. And, uh... Well, I guess that's all for now.
Carnegie:
Amen. That's the word you're looking for, Amen. That's how you stop. You said you didn't talk much. But did he do any reading?... I asked you a question.
Claudia:
Bill, don't.
Carnegie:
You, shut your mouth.
[Solara still says nothing. Carnegie grabs Claudia by her hair, pulling her head back until she screams in pain]
Carnegie:
You're hurting your mother, Solara. He said he read every day. Did he?
Solara:
Stop it!
Carnegie:
[yanking Claudia off her chair and forcing her to her knees, still pulling her hair]
Your mother would like you to tell me.
Solara:
[getting very scared]
I don't know! I don't know... Yes, okay! Yes, yes, he was reading.
Carnegie:
What kind of book was he reading?
Solara:
I don't know. I don't know! An old leather one.
Carnegie:
And?
Solara:
I don't know, it had some kind of thing on the front of it.
Carnegie:
Show me.
Solara:
I need you to let her go.
Carnegie:
[shouting]
Show me!
[Solara fearfully puts her fingers together into a cross]
