Journal 1
January 20, 1962
That little wretch. Just because she got scared that her daddy caught us, she pulls this whole act. Her and Ruth are such babies. What's the worst that can happen? We get sent to bed without supper, we're
forced to write the commandments. Big deal.
She just lies there in her bed pretending to be in a coma. Gotta give it to her though, she is a good little actor. That thing with the screaming, beautiful.
The only good thing about today was that I got to see my strong and handsome John again. Oh how I wish he would leave that horrible, lying woman he calls a wife. He deserves someone prettier, younger. Someone like me.
I thought for sure everything would start to fall apart when Reverend Hale arrived. He's suppose to be an expert witch hunter. Not that there are really witches in this village. The only thing I'm worried about is that he may not be as merciful about the dancing as Uncle has been.
My dear uncle and Reverend Hale questioned Tituba. She started naming people she had seen with the devil himself. I always knew that there was something about her. When Tituba started, Betty was suddenly just fine. We both helped Tituba name people. I just wish now that I had thought to accuse Goody Proctor. Then my love John would be all mine.
Abigail Williams