Several women who seemed to be Philip Shaw's elders stepped forward to persuade him, but Philip Shaw grabbed the man's collar and ignored them, spreading the pastry he held in his hand in front of the man.
Aldana Candi immediately realized something. She quietly opened the window, and the sounds from downstairs instantly came up.
"...I don't know what you're talking about. What does this pastry have to do with me? Just because I entered the kitchen, you think I put it there?" The man larger than Philip Shaw sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "How could I make a pastry? I have no idea what you're talking about, Philip Shaw. Aren't you supposed to be the head of the family? Can't you stop being so unreasonable?"
Aldana Candi stood by the windowsill, the conversation downstairs was very clear. She watched Philip Shaw, holding that piece of pastry, the very one he claimed was suspect.
