~ part nine ~
“You touched me,” George said. “I remember feeling this bright warmth come to me. I have dreams about it sometimes, and I feel . . . so safe, like I was finally safe after such a long time of wandering.”
“You were out of the ground,” Em said. “They didn’t bury him well. After a month . . . Well, you can imagine.”
“Took more than a year to heal,” George said.
“How are you handling all of this?” Em asked.
“I’ve tried to work out every detail since I was told, Grandmother,” Isaac said. “My father as well.”
“And you’re all right with all of this . . . detail?” Em asked.
“Fascinated at the power of God,” Isaac said.
Em smiled at him and sat down in one of the armchairs in front of his desk.
“Where were we?” Em asked.
“Hanging, awakening,” George said. “Martha and John were hanged on my day.”
“George Jacobs and John Proctor, too, but their families came for them,” Em said.
“They didn’t become immortal?” Isaac asked.
“Not that we know of,” Em said.
“Just those of us actually in the crevice,” George said.
“It’s hard to explain,” Em said. “I thought . . . I mean, I don’t know why I thought this, but I did.”
She looked at George and then at Isaac.
“I thought maybe our hanging wasn’t done well,” Em said. “I mean, by the time I was hanged, people were already talking about ending the witch trials. I guess I figured we woke up because they’d botched the hangings. We hadn’t really been dead.”
“You weren’t revived from death but recovered from passing out,” Isaac said. “That’s denial. ‘They didn’t really do this to me. It didn’t really happen.’”
“Exactly. That’s what I believed until . . .” Em looked at George. “George and Martha . . . They were . . .rotten. Small animals had taken George’s fingers.”
“And we woke up,” George said. He took the armchair next to Em.
Suffer a Witch continues...