A striking woman with intimidating cruelty in that look that, as much as I hate to admit, he has. Alexi has more of her in him than he wants to admit. It’s not in the physical; it’s in the manner. The way she’s poised, and even though one hand is on her child’s shoulder, a girl, there is an impersonal detachment in it. She is groomed and precise and seems like an addition to the picture, not one of the family. She gives me the heebie-jeebies.

“Your mum … this is her, ...