Jack offers me pills. “You can forget everything.”
So much to forget. Nightmares of Martha, dying horribly. Will God ever accept prayers from my Judas lips? Clive: helpless, frustrated. Tish, cringing as the guards whisper, “He’ll give you to us, bitch…”
Other memories shine in the darkness. Love rediscovered. Tish’s grin, seeing us hug. Friends risking death for small kindnesses. Giovanni and Etienne cooked a Valentine’s dinner with food Sam Yellowtail “liberated” from Special Supplies. Savanna did my hair; and silent, ghostly Meghan drifted into Hydroponics, returning with a crumpled fistful of violets.
No pills: remembering will be our victory.