No Women Were HarmedAnd so, I am mad after all The shackles gouge my wrists, disturbing the scars of Strangeways Prison's fetters. But no matter; if I bleed, I will not die: I am already dead. Named after the funeral flower, Lily has walked hand in hand with death for as long as she can remember. But the fact that death has chosen to follow her through life can hardly be conceived as her fault. Certainly she cannot be expected to take the blame for the slew of missing