Have I done something wrong? Am I not a worthy woman of love and life, why cannot any one see this? I am not the only victim of letting lies slip past my lips, that Polack of Stella has constantly been frustrating me with his desire over me. I have opened myself to love so many times, yet this time I have been robbed of my body. Stanley, oh that brute, his interminable mercilessness and thick, improper, savage comments that he sets aside every second I open my mouth or go into a room. He thinks he know me. He judges everybody and everything. He thinks he knows what I have endured and considers, no, knows that I have no privilege to be here in his
