hand, supine on an old oaken bed, staring out the window she had spoken of as a crooked sword of lighting streaked the night sky overhead to stab at the earth.
“Come watch the fireworks!” she called out to him on seeing he’d entered the room.
“What use has a man of fireworks in the distance, when all the beauty of the world lies here before me?”
This took her attention from the storm, and she gazed into his longing eyes. “So you are a flatterer. I wonder how many others have you said such words to.”
“I have remained ever faithful to you, Serena. I swear it.”
She sat up, the sheet covering her now sliding sensuously down from her shoulders, exposing her soft breasts and inviting nipples and aureoles. “Are you sure?” she asked.
“S-Sure?” Inwardly, he was shouting the word sure. “Absolutely.”
“No, I don’t mean like that.”
He unconsciously reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands as if mesmerized. “What do you mean?” he absently asked, fondling her, lowering his head into her and passionately kissing her.
“Are you sure, Jeremiah Wakely,” she said while gasping at his touch, “that I’m not just some-some passing fancy for a man passing through on-on his way to elsewhere?”
“I assure you, my love is real.” He kissed her breasts now, one after the other.
His hot breath on her nipples sent her arching into his tongue, and with her head thrown back, her neck now taking the brunt of his kisses, she gasped out more words: “Then I’m not some-some diversion for a rolling s- stone?”
“Never.”
“A trifling you’ve merely . . . stumbled ’pon? Jeremiah Wakely?”
“No, never.” He continued smothering her in kisses.
“Never you say, yet-yet you left me once before.”
“I was a fool.”
“And now?”
“A wiser man.”
She firmly held him at bay now with a stiff arm. “Do you count me wise as well?”
“I do, and Serena, the time away from you has proved me a fool, and tasting you has made me a genius.”
“A genius, eh?”
“It’s proved that I love you.”
Tears formed in her eyes on hearing these words. “Honestly?”
“Honestly, and in honest love there is respect.”
She smiled wide at this. “Respect is it? Is that what you call—”
He cut off her anger. “I love you.”
“I will make love to you, Jeremy, here, now.”
“What?” his confusion appeared complete.
“But I am unsure if either of us know one another well enough anymore to know if we’re still
“I think I follow that, yet my heart says it is so, that I love you and always have—since childhood!”
“We’re not children any longer, Jere.”
“My feelings haven’t changed. Have yours?”
“What consequences may come of making love cannot be so complicated as being
“I accept the consequences.” He returned to kissing her on the mouth.
She struggled to find the strength to push him away again. When she did, she said, “Especially now, Jere, you must promise that after all this time—”
“You’re not fearful of breaking with the commandments, so much as afraid of me?”
“I am not afraid of either consequence,” she lied. “But I want this to mark the last time you will leave me.”
“I see. I—”
“I’ve waited ten years to feel your body close to mine, and I’m not waiting ten more—not even for the Ten Commandments—to find out if you are what I want from this life.”
“I don’t know what to say,” he confessed.
“Say nothing more.”
“But—”
“Shut up and come into me.”
Awkwardly, nervously now, his mind swirling with what price she’d placed on their lovemaking, he lowered himself over Serena, taking her in his arms. The warmth and energy coursing through their entwined bodies seemed as blazing and as chaotic as the lightening in the sky outside—or the hearth near the bed as a second hearth cut of the same chimney stones squatted at one end of the attic, and from it additional heat poured forth.
The lovers were soon exchanging a giddiness and joy along with their embrace and passions. Jeremy’s unbridled passion unleashed, Serena felt a wave of ecstasy and a sense of freedom and weightlessness that defied being beneath the only man she had ever loved. All inhibitions had fallen away as easily as her sheet and his blanket.
And it felt right; it felt proper. It felt like the natural bonding that she imagined her parents had felt as young people.
Until a horrendous cackle like that of a banshee trapped in the chimney rose and fell, spiraled and repeated as if some unholy of unholies had entered the chamber. The sound proved terrifying, and it interrupted the lovers.
“What in the name of Hades?” she cried out, for a moment believing that her earlier defiance against the Commandments had come back to roost. She and Jeremy had both started with the screeching traveling up the chimney.
“I know that voice,” he calmly said, “and it’s not God, but Goode.”
“The old bat! Was she asleep in the chimney when you kindled the fire?”
“I think she’s below—”
“Below?” Serena covered herself.
“At the hearth, warming herself.” He pointed to the fireplace across the room, and they both heard the mutterings of the old woman rising with the heat. Something of a cooing chant, the words unintelligible but frightful at once.
“Well chase her out!” pleaded Serena.
“On a night like this?”
“She’s trespassing. Likely on some vile errand!”
“And she’s a disgusting hag, I know.”
“And a witch who may well put a hex on us both or steal our horses if we’re not careful, and oh to have her interrupt our pleasure this way after ten years’ wait?”
“I’ll go down . . . send her packing.”
Jeremy re-wrapped himself and started down the stairs when he heard the door slamming repeatedly, as if in time with the thunder claps. When he wheeled to see the source of the noise, there stood Goode, eyes ablaze with anger and hatred, directed at some object she repeatedly slammed the door closed on. In a moment, Jeremy focused on the blond-headed, pudgy doll, a likeness of nine-year-old Betty Parris.
“Stop with your curses and your witchery against the child!” he shouted at the hag. “Stop it or a curse will befall you the likes of which—”
But she was gone, waddling off into the storm, cackling, screeching, slamming Betty’s doll-image against tree trunks as she went, muttering what sounded like ugly words as she faded away. Jeremy had only gotten a quick glimpse of the doll but he couldn’t miss the needles hanging from it, nor the cuts and scrapes to the face and arms, along with scorched areas.
Jeremy slammed the door and bolted it, turned and took a single step up the stairs, wanting to rush back to
