QUINN
Jumps in shock from the sudden noise.
Margaret come from the kitchen and runs
into the room. Taking a second to look at the
situation, Margaret kneels down to Quinn.
MARGARET
(checking Quinn)
Are you okay? Did you get hurt?
QUINN
He shakes his head.
MARGARET
Thank God… We don’t need another tragedy in this house…
She looks at Abbigail and fights back the
swelling tears.
(standing up)
She opens the wardrobe and looks inside,
moving around the clothes.
Well there isn’t any rodents in here.
She looks over to Quinn.
Do you have an idea of what happened?
QUINN
He shakes his head.
MARGARET
(sighs and closing the wardrobe’s doors)
Be careful when getting your clothes then. I’ll talk with your father about getting a new
wardrobe if it topples over once more. He should be here soon; be a dear and go outside to get
some wood for the fireplace before he arrives from work.
QUINN
Nods.
MARGARET
Ruffles Quinn’s hair and walks out, exiting
to the Kitchen.
QUINN
Watch Margaret leave then looked back at
the wardrobe. Looking at the hand used to
shake The Devil’s, he turns towards
Abbigail and lets out a sigh. He walks out of
the room, heading towards the kitchen
before stopping by the dining room table.
Slowly approaching the Bible, he picks it up
and looks through it before looking over
towards the fireplace.
He begins to walk towards the fireplace,
going down onto his knees and stares inside
with hesitation. Looking down at the Bible,
he grips it tightly before tossing it in. He sits
there for a moment to take in what just
happened before bringing his knees up to his
chest, holding them tightly. He rests his
head on his knees and stares into the fire.
MARGARET
(from the kitchen)
Quinn! When you’re finished bringing the wood to the fireplace, come help set the table!
QUINN
Quinn lets out a huff and exits to the
kitchen.
END
