Tragedy Was A Big Social Event, And

A Wrongdoing Doesn't Give Us The Right To Do Wrong.

We All Laced Together—a Brothel Madam, An English Professor, A Mute Cook, A Quadroon Cabbie, And Me, The Girl Carrying A Bucket Of Lies And Throwing Them Like Confetti.

Andrius Turned. His Eyes Found Mine. I'll See You He Said. My Face Didn't Wrinkle. I Didn't Utter A Sound. But For The First Time In Months I Cried. Tears Popped From Their Dry Sockets And Sailed Down My Cheeks In One Quick Stream. I Looked Away. The Nkvd Called The Bald Man's Name. Look At Me Wispered Andrius Moving Close. I'll See You He Said. Just Think About That. Just Think About Me Bringing You Your Drawings. Picture It Because I'll Be There.

Man, You’re A Regular Bonnie Parker.” “a Dame That Knows The Ropes Isn’t Likely To Get Tied Up.” Jesse Found That Hysterical. “did Willie Say That?” “nope, Mae West. Now, How Do I Get On This Thing In A Skirt?

My Husband, Andrius, Says That Evil Will Rule Until Good Men Or Women Choose To Act. I Believe Him. This Testimony Was Written To Create An Absolute Record, To Speak In A World Where Our Voices Have Been Extinguished. These Writing May Shock Or Horrify You, But That Is Not My Intention. It Is My Greatest Hope That The Pages In This Jar Stir Your Deepest Well Of Human Compassion. I Hope They Prompt You To Do Something, To Tell Somone. Only Then Can We Ensure That This Kind Of Evil Is Never Allowed To Repeat Itself.