"I want you dead! I don't like you being married to John Proctor. Once you are dead I can have him all to myself." "No, why would you do such a thing. You will be caught and hung." "You think I, Abigail Williams, would ever get caught please." I had a nightmare last night but I didn't think too much on it. I woke up to another day, and Proctor was gone already. I made breakfast and gave Mary Warren some chores to complete. Thinking about the kids, Proctor and all the things I had to do I prayed. I prayed to God that everything would work out for the best that witchcraft would stop, that Proctor would forgive himself and for the boys. It was getting close to the afternoon, and Mary Warren approached me and said, "May I talk to you for a second, Goody Proctor." What was I going to say no? "Yes, you may." …
