Point of View of Rosemary Willams

Tom opened the door. His grin was as cheerful as a mother looking at her newborn. That all changed when he saw me.

“Wow,” he said, his eyes where dancing. “I love it!”

“Thanks,” I said. I gave a turn, just for fun.

“Oh, you two! We don’t have all night. Tom, did you get everything?”

“Yes, and a little bit more food.” He said.

“Now, than let’s get you two out!” He grabbed my hand and opened the door.

I took a step into the cold night. We begin to walk north, than a little east. I wrapped my shawl tighter than it already was. My mother walked be hide me, say a blessing.

“Rose, Tom, Hattie?”

The voice was clear, and strong. It was my Papa’s. I begin to cry and ran toward his voice.

“PAPA!” I yelled. I ran into his open arms and cried.

“Oh, hush girl! Come on, we must get moving!” he said. He agreed to marry us, I thought.

“Tom,’’ Papa said, “are you ready?”

“Yes, more than I’ll ever be!” He walked toward me and smiled. He held his hand for me to take. I took it happily.

“Now, I make this short as I can.” Papa announced with a laugh.

“Do you, Thomas James Bellatonet take Rosemary Grace Willams to you wife, to love and to hold, in sickness in health as long as both shall live?”

“I do.”

“Do you Rosemary…”

“Hell yes!” I yelled. A yell of laughing let out around me.

“Ok than, I guess you are now married!” said Papa. I heard my mother cry.

I ran over to hug her, and to say good

“Bye, Mummy.” I said. She patted my head.

“I love you child. Take care. Remember all the things I thought you.” she said.

“I will.” I said.

I let go of the hug. I heard a faint whisper saying “You are a witch, my child” That was just my mind playing games.

I hugged my father and said good bye.

Than my new husband helped me into the wagon and we rode off into the woods. In the bewitching hour.

The End

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