“So, of course, I call your mother, and what does she tell me? ‘Oh, Kristoph—he was talking about reporting you.’ ‘Oh, Kristoph—he has kept Klavier out of school for the past three days.’ ‘Oh, Kristoph, he tells us Klavier was crying and shaking because he was so afraid.’ Kristoph, your brother has you hoodwinked. He has you exactly where he wants you. Yes, he is a little boy. But he was a little boy when he slashed your hand. He is a little boy who just days ago tried to burn our house down with your mother asleep inside, a little boy who is trying to destroy this entire family, and you are going to let him.”
“The fact remains,” Kristoph said, “and you concede, that he is a little boy. There are certain things that you don’t do or ascribe to children. I’m not sorry for anything I’ve done. And I will continue to do the best I can for Klavier. Someone has to.”