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.
Scrambles up to run from the door.
Grabs Quinn’s arm and jerks him back.
You little snake! Have you no manners?
Shakes his head while trying to get his arm
You better have a good explanation for your-
That’s enough Michael!
(taking Quinn into her arms)
Have you no compassion?
What is the meaning of this? Are you defending such impolite manners?
The poor boy has no voice! He cannot defend himself from such acts of ill-temperament.
(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.
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.
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.
But what about my daughter?
Just keep an eye on her. If she begins to stir read this to her.
Opens the Bible and hands it to her.
Hesitant, she nods and lets out a sigh before
opening the door for him.
Thank you for your assistance.
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.
I know it’s hard, dear. But she’ll get better soon.
Gives Quinn a kiss on the head before
exiting to the kitchen.
Stands at the door for a couple more seconds
before turning his back to the end of the