Is he staying? We didn't do much talking. Solara honey, eat something. Mom, give me your...

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]