We are not a family of murderers. ( And if her voice heats now, she does little to hide the escalation. ) We have our faults. Certainly. Who does not? I ask you, are all your family relations blameless and pure?

( Here, she rises fully, walks. )

But my grandfather raised me in his image. He afforded me every privilege. He even entertains the notion that I should become his successor, where others might give Macaluso, the male heir, favour without thought. My grandfather loves me the same as he does his nephew.