Each time that I think to this day I feel betrayed. I feel like I am ready to reflect to this day without crying. My husband and I hired a maid named Abigail Williams, she was sixteen years old. She was a nice innocent girl until one day she turned into a rude girl who has no manures. She would always join us on Sundays to go to church. During mass John stepped outside, he was gone for a long time so I went to look for him. I stepped outside of the church and saw him with Abigail giggling, I was upset. I asked him why he had stepped outside and he told me it was very hot inside, so he went outside. I had found it very suspicious that both of them felt hot at the same time, but I forgave him because it was Sunday mass. I thought John and Abigail
