Gillian, as Monica,
braves a fierce interrogation, albeit silent. 'Why so vile?'—expressions
ask from every seat, each glare accusing her,
condemning her, their charges blood-clot lethal—'Selfish!'—coursing
through her arteries—'Liar!'—wriggling through her veins—'You killed
your baby!'—rushing headlong toward her heart—'Adulteress!'
Gillian, stepping forward, shields her eyes against the footlights, fearful yet determined to confront the crowd beyond, whose features, to her disbelief, squint back at her, identically... each a carbon copy of her own.