STOP THAT RACKET!"
In another house, at a different time, an eight-year-old girl was struggling at the piano.
"I said stop!" the voice screamed. "Your hands are banging like hams on that keyboard and you're giving me a headache. Make yourself useful and help me with dinner. Let your brother play."
The girl calmly went upstairs, got her doll, and locked herself in the bathroom. "I'll help you, baby," she said, holding her doll in front of the mirror. "We don't need anybody else." She pulled at the doll's arm.