It's Time, Crystal.
It's time, Crystal. Time to grow up. Time to acknowledge that you can't go through life using other people. It's time to stop the destruction of others' lives to shield yourself from the consequences of your own poor choices. It's time to think of the Babe, wrapped in swaddling clothes, and lying in a manger. It's time to reflect on the faces of your own two children. Time to palm your belly and feel your coming third. It's time to see them on trial for their very lives because a fellow human being with a dead conscience chose to spew fantastic lies about them in a hazy grab at self-preservation. It's time to put yourself in the shoes of Mrs. Evans. And Mrs. Finnerty. And Mrs. Seligmann. It's time, Crystal. Time to reclaim your humanity. Time to find your conscience. Time to exhibit character, honor, integrity. It's time to stand before the cameras and admit to the fantastic lies so clearly already proven. Time to stop hiding as Cousin Clyde lies on your behalf some more. Time to tell those cameras all about Mr. Nifong. And Mr. Wilson. And Mr. Gottlieb. And Mr. Himan. And Big C. And Mr. Baker. And Mayor Bell. And "Doctor" Olatoye. It's time for the truth, Crystal. You may even avoid a prison sentence. Hell, your pals at Fox have already all but annointed you Nifong's "victim." Once you raise your hand, swear your oath, and lie from the witness box in open court, however, you will have comitted a felony. Become a convicted felon, go away. Go far, far away. For a good long time. Has Mr. Nifong made that clear to you? Think of the children, Crystal. Yours. And Mrs. Evans'. And Mrs. Finnerty's. And Mrs. Seligmann's.