He was in my extended family. He came to family dinners when I was groiwing up. I knew he had molested someone in my family. He was flirtacious and charming to me, but then I was fiftyish years younger than him. At the time the balance of his presence at family gatherings and his predations of a child in the family were both facts. I knew not to trust him, but he was there. As far as I could tell no one had confronted him and he suffered no social dents as a result of molesting a young girl. He was well-educated, well-spoken. Charming. Remember the word charming. Pedophiles are often charming.