Uncle Parris leaves me with Betty. My friends, Mercy Lewis and Mary Warren are here. We talk about the dancing in the woods. I persisted to tell them that if questioned we were merely dancing and Tituba was the one conjuring Ruth’s dead sisters. Of course, I try to get the story right and keep our names clean but that little Mary Warren wants to be the naïve and scared little brat! I have to convince her much more; she must do as I say. John comes by, he nearly scares Mary and makes Mercy leave. God, I love the power he peruses.
John and I talked and kissed. He insists he does not love me. I know in my heart that he does, he said so. He never found joy in he and Elizabeth, I know it. As we talked, John explained that the reason he had come into town was to see what “mischief my uncle’s brewin’,” obviously I don’t believe him. I know him too well to know that he was looking for me. I’ve waited for him and I assure you he has done the same. I speak of Elizabeth and how cold and sniveling of woman she is. He only bends a knee to her.
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