...you'd think that, wouldn't you?

[Susan considers, glances up at the wall of secrets. That's out there already. And she regrets, now, that she didn't talk to Fern about a few things when she had a chance...why is she holding everything else so close to her chest? People here would believe her.

Ugh, but it's hard. She keeps her eyes on the burnt letters as she speaks.]

But I remembered it happening to me on Sunday. I didn't tell anybody, but...I wish I'd told Fern.