September 29 Old Vallejo Jail
Oh Teresa, how can I explain what happened here, this miracle last night?
I felt myself waking during the night, the light was murky in the cell, and there she was --
I am writing this in my journal, I am writing this all down to ensure that it really did happen, I swear it did, I swear that my eyes came open, and the light in the cell was greenish white, but there above me, I swear it was Señora right there, standing above me. I gasped and was overwhelmed by the smell of the fresh roses. "Mi'ja," she whispered, and there in her arms was a giant bouquet of the most magnificent yellow roses I have ever seen. Each of them is tipped in red, as if they have lips!