Chapter two
Pamela's parents had raised her to be a respectable young women. An honourable member of society.
So imagine the maid's shock, and theirs for that matter, when one day shopping, she discovered Pamela buying herbs from a lady all the people said was sure to be a witch. The maid could not believe her eyes. Young Pamela, a witch!
Of course there were severe consequences. The maid had intended to not reveal her observations, but she was in her nature a gossip, and could not keep them to herself.
There was yelling, something which was not too common among the wealthy and ones with manners. But there was conflict.
Pamela remained at the residence for two more years, filled with tense silence. The subject of withcraft had lost its interest; now another problem shadowed the horizon of the family. Pamela had many suitors and many engagements; all of which she turned down and broke off. This truly was the last straw for her mother. At the age of 19, the maid saw Pamela step into a carriage in the dark San Franciscan streets only to never return.
And for Pamela, that concluded her human life. Of course, she spent another fifteen or so years working as a prostitute, but getting kicked out of her house was really the event that sent her on a path towards her Maker. And death, for that matter.
