Still sniffling, she nods and begins to speak, the sentences a little jumbled and confusing, but the story gets through, nevertheless. "Maura... she, she was too young to remember, didn't know what was happening. She told us to run, we should have run... why didn't we run? I couldn't loom away, I didn't want to leave her... we hid in the closet, when the men came, we hid in their bedroom. They came, angry and furious... our mother... they killed her father, mine had died years ago. Our mother... they took her to the bedroom... I watched, I couldn't look away... Maura doesn't know, doesn't remember, but I do..." She can't continue, her tears, the painful memories overwhelming her.