The most troublesome thing, the piece of the puzzle which would always remain out of place, was motivation. Why had she done it? The bones spoke volumes - each scarred, gnawed, destroyed fragment was a cornucopia of facts.

But the words which explained her actions...the words which spoke of her soul...were absent. They could not be carved deeply enough, into bone or any other material. The erosion of silence had worn them away.

-- from a reader's 1/10/97 letter