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Salem, 1692
Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: WritersFriend, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
a few hours they saw a cluster of buildings, a small town. “Let’s go around it,” Mary said. “The place we want is farther north.” They skirted the town and soon saw a log house along the shore of the river. “That’s it,” Mary said. They tethered the horses to a hitching post out front, and Mary knocked on the door. An older woman opened it—in her late forties, Edward thought, her hair streaked with gray and age lines creasing her face. When she saw Mary she called out her name and wrapped her in a hug. “Hello, Mother,” Mary said. She turned to Edward to introduce him, and seeing the surprise on his face, said, “Oh, Lena isn’t my real mother. All the girls call her that. Lena, this is Edward. He saved my life.” The woman stepped out of the doorway and hugged Edward, too. “Thank you for that, Edward. I can’t believe how they treated my dear sweet Mary.” Mary got her cat out of the basket, and Edward took their belongings from the saddle bags into the house. There were three girls inside, ranging in age from fifteen or sixteen to mid twenties. Mary knew them all by name and gave each a hug in turn. “You poor dears must be famished,” Lena said. She and the girls sat them at the table and served them soup and hard-crusted bread. After they had eaten, it became obvious to Edward that Mary and the women had a lot of catching up to do. He still felt very tired, and the heat from the fire burning in the hearth wasn’t helping. He drifted off a few times while listening to the ...