barefootgirl69
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Lydia jumped at sound of his voice, she had thought he would leave after the way she had been so dismissive. Then she felt his hand on her arm, turning her back around as he spoke to her, while her heart beat wildly at his body being so near to her.
Watching his face as he told her of his plan, she wondered why he would even concern himself with her and the widow. She paled. No one knew of the widowâs demise. She was still laying inside the cabin on the floor.
With George holding her hand, she stammered, âGeo..GeorgeâŚtheâŚthereâs no need. The widow. I found her this morning on her floor. Thatâs what this is forâŚâ she pointed to the dirt behind her. âI was going to bury her quickly, so no one would find her after your sisterâs accusations.â She almost said âridiculousâ accusations, but Lydia had just been hiding personal belongings of the widow. The accusations werenât quite so ridiculous, but George didnât need to know that. No one did, which was why she was here half-naked in the garden with him holding her hand.
She pulled her hand away, whispering harshly just in case someone was near enough to hear. Voices carry in the quiet woods. âIf you really want to help me, George, then help me bury her before others come to arrest her and find her dead. Surely, with such accusations, they will never bury her in the church yard, anyway. My fear is that they will dishonor her body in some way. No one deserves that â witch or not!â
Lydia waited, looking at his face as her words sunk in. What was he thinking? Would he still help her with the widow? Should she go with him to the cabin until things quieted down? It never crossed her mind that is she left with him and spent time alone with him, that the rumors to follow might be just as bad as being called a witch!
Watching his face as he told her of his plan, she wondered why he would even concern himself with her and the widow. She paled. No one knew of the widowâs demise. She was still laying inside the cabin on the floor.
With George holding her hand, she stammered, âGeo..GeorgeâŚtheâŚthereâs no need. The widow. I found her this morning on her floor. Thatâs what this is forâŚâ she pointed to the dirt behind her. âI was going to bury her quickly, so no one would find her after your sisterâs accusations.â She almost said âridiculousâ accusations, but Lydia had just been hiding personal belongings of the widow. The accusations werenât quite so ridiculous, but George didnât need to know that. No one did, which was why she was here half-naked in the garden with him holding her hand.
She pulled her hand away, whispering harshly just in case someone was near enough to hear. Voices carry in the quiet woods. âIf you really want to help me, George, then help me bury her before others come to arrest her and find her dead. Surely, with such accusations, they will never bury her in the church yard, anyway. My fear is that they will dishonor her body in some way. No one deserves that â witch or not!â
Lydia waited, looking at his face as her words sunk in. What was he thinking? Would he still help her with the widow? Should she go with him to the cabin until things quieted down? It never crossed her mind that is she left with him and spent time alone with him, that the rumors to follow might be just as bad as being called a witch!