The Devil’s Mute Page 4

REVEREND MICHAEL

Did something? She made the woman mad! Worshipping the Devil, yelling chants, she’s Satan’s puppet at this point. A lifeless and empty shell of a-

Notices Quinn peering through the door.

QUINN

Scrambles up to run from the door.

REVEREND MICHAEL

Grabs Quinn’s arm and jerks him back.

You little snake! Have you no manners?

QUINN

Shakes his head while trying to get his arm

free.

REVEREND MICHEAL

You better have a good explanation for your-

MARGARET

That’s enough Michael!

(taking Quinn into her arms)

Have you no compassion?

REVEREND MICHEAL

(confused)

What is the meaning of this? Are you defending such impolite manners?

MARGARET

The poor boy has no voice! He cannot defend himself from such acts of ill-temperament.

REVEREND MICHAEL

(annoyed, standing up with a huff)

Apologies, but I do not want a child listening onto a conversation he was not invited to, nor will understand.

MARGARET

So be it; I’ll make sure he doesn’t do such things, but I cannot make a promise of it.

Lets go of Quinn.

REVEREND MICHEAL

Clears his throat and looks out the window.

It seems that dawn is nearly upon us. I best return to Judge Marvin and discuss our means of action for the town.

Begins to head for the door.

MARGARET

(following him)

But what about my daughter?

REVEREND MICHAEL

Just keep an eye on her. If she begins to stir read this to her.

Opens the Bible and hands it to her.

MARGARET

Hesitant, she nods and lets out a sigh before

opening the door for him.

Thank you for your assistance.

REVEREND MICHAEL

No need to thank me; this is just another reason to have that disgusting Negro burned for the sins she carried onto these innocent people.

Reverend Michael exits.

Sets the bible down on the dining room table

and looks over to Quinn, who is standing in

front of the closed door to the children’s

room. Margaret walks over to him.

MARGARET

I know it’s hard, dear. But she’ll get better soon.

Gives Quinn a kiss on the head before

exiting to the kitchen.

QUINN

Stands at the door for a couple more seconds

before turning his back to the end of the

hallway.

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