After it happened, no one came to us and said, “Ann Marie, Steve, Antoinette, Gregory, Junior, Ralph, Deon, well, it is an unmistakable fact that your friend, your peer, your fellow nine year old lies silently in that box of polished mahogany waiting to be brought prematurely to her final place of sleep. This is an anomaly. Gunmen don’t usually rob schools as they do banks for the obvious reasons. Do not fear one bit for your precious lives. This will never ever happen again. Go out and play! Play your hearts out!”
No, no one soothed us. No one lied to us that day.