"I wouldn't ever expose you. Please believe me. I'll go tell your roomie. You don't have to worry."Then she did start crying. She had been holding eve...rything in all night and had believed whatever the absolute worst was. Her face crumpled. She was standing there helplessly, not even trying to hide it, while I looked around to see if anyone would stumble onto this scene.I took one of her hands and whispered, "It's okay. It's okay. Really. Here."I pulled her close, pulled her to me. She put her. I am not a soldier. I may be a whore. I am definitely a slave class. I eat small bites of hard bread and think of justice. Dream of justice. One day, we will be avenged. I glance around – the guard is gone. ‘Martha,’ I whisper. She looks from her plate up to me – Martha has really nice dark eyes. ‘Did you see anything?’ ‘I didn’t look,’ she whispers harshly back. ‘Be quiet.’ I break another piece of hard bread and munch on it. A half a crust – that was it, today. Glancing at the clock, I. "Sweetie, do you remember anything from last night?" "Uhh...," I pause to think for a brief moment and I nod. "Yes, I remember going to the nightclub, you were going to get me a margarita. I danced with Luke for a little while. You came in and got mad. I went and danced with another guy named...crap..I don't remember his name. But I danced with him and then all I remember is being dragged out of Ember against my will." I ramble off quickly. "So you don't remember the police showing up?" I. I was out of line, really.”“No you weren’t! You even said sarcasm was lost on you and I played it sarcastically to get a reaction out of you. I’m sorry.”“How about we rewind and start over?” I asked.“Deal. So, what do you want to do?”“Is there a football game?”“Yes.”“If you want to go, I’ll take you.”“Cool!”September 12, 1981, West Monroe, Ohio“So, how does it feel to be home?” I asked.“Good,” Jocelyn said. “But I’m not allowed to use the stairs for quite some time. I have to sleep on the.