Goodbye, Goody Proctor. It was nice to get to know you. An experience to see your face slowly become my own; strange to know your sorrow and cry in a single sentence-- those words brought tears, I tell you true. And in our strife and struggle to make it to opening night, praying we wouldn't forget our lines and hoping it all would end right, Do you think a one of us paused to think that what we spoke was true? Not some memorized small monologue, but the voice of someone real, like you? Do you think the audience ever paused to escape their lives to yours? Thanks for your eyes, Goody Proctor, A part of me you'll forever be, Like so many parts before. I just wanted to tell you, as I know it's all over now, that I remembered your name when I stepped back on stage and took the very last bow. Carrie