"...was their best, good enough?..."*

walls cannot restrain the emotions involved, so why use them? a small town isolated from the world, yet still carrying the same flaws in a lower scale. the frailty of people, the abuse on someone they vowed to protect. a fugitive taken hostage of the perversity of people. humiliated repeatedly. driven to numbness to cope with losing her own humanity. after all, kindness wanted something in return, no matter what it took.

every action has a consequence. there’s always a price to pay. no excuse can possibly justify stripping every single trace of dignity from another human being, regardless of where you’ve come from or what you have endured.

their best was clearly not good enough…

*or on how a small 1930's town in the middle of the Rocky Mountains can be a parable of modern times