Freedom! I have been saying this word all day, kissing the ground, kissing my husband, kissing everything I have not touched for two years. And were it not for my being a modest Christian I would have kissed my new master too, for he I am sure is the saint that I have never stopped praying for thees 13 months. He paid the 7 pounds that my old master, wicked Reverend Parris, and bought John too, so we are together and free from the terribel people of Salem.
It is strange how quickly this all happened and then stopped happening. I hear now that many people believe everything was made up, and maybe it was. I know I made up what I said, and I thought that no one else did, but now I thinks it may be so. And sometimes that makes me sad, or actually guilty, becuase I think maybe Tituba started this. But I was not the first to say it, and I was not the last. I did what the white people forced me to do to survive. And now I am free from jail again, and for this I believe that God thinks I did the right thing too.
