Oh, glorious day! Betty, she looked so beautiful in that dress, that colour. Her husband looked a good man for her. I was so happy to be living with Betty again and my man, John Indian. I was whole again. Oh, glorious day!

I went up to Pastor Parris to shake his hand. I cannot forget that he took me out of prison before winter. I can see, in my mind, what that prison would have been like in winter, not just cold but wet and damp with rats scurrying about and horrid food. Women had died there. I owed my life to this man. I could see that he had been through a lot. Yet he still stood tall to witness his daughter’s marriage. I was glad of his hands on mine. Still, I was glad I was not living with him anymore but with his sweet daughter. The balance of things had begun to settle and I was glad of it.

Yes, I would miss the warmth and heat of Virginia that so made me think of Barbados. It was good to see Abigail. She was the only person I really knew there. I loved her little boy. But I was so alone, it was physically painful.

Yes, I could take the snow and sleet to be back with my man and Betty.