“And I knew in my bones, in that moment, that what went on in these study walls would soon disrupt our whole way of life in Salem. And I was powerless to do anything about it. I felt myself go limp with fear. “I must go now,” I said to Ann Putnam.
“Do go. And remember what I said this day. And thank you for the apple tarts.” Her evil laughter followed me out of the room.