Chapter 2 Lessons

I went back up to my room to put away my coat. I opened the door and there on my bed sat the little black kitten and the book. "How did you get in hear" I asked I picked him up and sat down on my bed "well I guess I had better name you I can't keep calling you kitty can I now." I sat in silence to think of a name and then I had it "how about Socrates, socks for short" I asked He meowed in response. Now about this book I thought I opened it and turned to the first page it read: Family Lineage and your birth right The witches of Salem where all accused, tried and lynched, but one survived, the son of Ann Putnam , Christopher Putnam he had one two children, Patrick and Tabitha Putnam.

As I read down the list of the names, until I was on the last three. Abigail Putnam had one son, Jonathan Putnam had one daughter Amelia Putnam.

Now this couldn't be a coincidence. There was my fathers name and my name. Should I keep reading? I asked my self. "What could it hurt" I said out loud. The power of the Putnam clan has always been handed down to the eldest of each family once the one parent who posses the power has died. Usually the inheritor is male and has a male first born but on the rare occasion that a female is born, she usually receives more power than her male counter part. This is because of the curse placed on the males of the Putnam family. Before Ann Putnam was lynched she placed a curse on her husband because he betrayed her by turning her over to the court. The curse was that all the males of the family would die by the age of 30 and they are deprived of the true power.
Just then a knock at the door drew me out of the book "Amelia …" My mother's voice called. Then the knob turned and she walked in "what are you doing dear?" "Nothing I was just reading" I said trying to sound casual "well its time for supper" she gave me that I- know- your- up- to- some-thing look and turned and walked out of my room. I placed the book on my bed and looked around for Socrates " socks… where are you" I called I got down on my knees beside my bed and raised the blanket; underneath was little socks playing with a dust ball. "Your a dork come on let's get down stairs and get some supper" I said as I scooped him up in to my arms. I carried him down stairs once I reach the bottom I walked threw the living room into the dining room, mom already had dinner on the old oak table and was sitting at the end of the table serving her self a large helping of sweet potato. She looked up at me "where did he come from" she asked gesturing to Socks. "Oh I found him out side by the wood box he kind of followed me in" "oh well" she started "um just keep him of the furniture," she said. I was shocked I knew she didn't like cats. But I didn't say anything knowing I shouldn't press my luck. I set socks down and got a little dish and placed some turkey on it and laid it down in front of socks "that will have to do until we get some kitty food" I told him to tell you the truth I don't think he minded.
After supper I walked back up stairs and fetched my coat and boots I turned to leave my room but the book on my bed caught my eye. I picked it up and left my room Then descended the stairs and walked to the door "MOM i'm going for a walk" I called Then I opened the door and before I shut it socks swiped around legs and out the door. "O I suppose you think you coming" I asked he looked up at me and meowed in response. "Well let's go" We walk down the road.