MARGARET sits at the dining room table,
anxiously waiting and tapping a finger on
REVEREND MICHAEL knocks on the
door and Margaret gets up to let him in.
Opens the door.
Reverend Michael! It has been thirty minutes, where have you been?
Trouble at the court house; another accusation against Mrs. Turner caused more of an uproar on
(closing the door)
Abbigail is in her room, she hasn’t woken up since we found her.
Yes, Lewis found her out west in the forest. She was sleeping under one of the pine trees he marked to bring to the wood mill.
Thinks for a moment before looking back at Margaret.
Let me see her, I don’t want to waste another minute if my theory is correct.
Nods and leads Michael to the children’s
Reluctantly start approaching the room
Margaret and Reverend Michael went in.
Stay by the door and eavesdrop on the
Kneeling down to Abbigail and holding her
wrist, examining her appearance.
Cold skin, pale color, slow breathing… By God’s mercy it’s a miracle she is only asleep.
What do you mean by that?
It’s that Negro woman in the forest; the witch lady that showed up here. Ever since then all these accusations and events has started up and causing the whole town to panic! First Mrs. Turner and now your daughter. I told the mayor “Kill her where she stands before worse comes to surface”, but the man never listens…
How do you know it’s her?
Whips towards Margaret, vexed at the
Are you siding with that animal!?
No! Not at all!
Then don’t question my words, Mrs. Vixon. You asked me here to help figure this out, so you better listen to what I have to say. It’s bad enough I now have claims and complaints piling at my door.
Looks at Abbigail.
You said this woman did something to Mrs. Turner?