2 February 1691, Wednesday
Father and I meant to make decisions about what purchases must be made and what goods must be shipped and where. We have time to decide since it seems as though it shall be miserable winter forever. Entire roads have washed away. Houses have crumbled. People have drowned. Lizzie meant to go to the Village this day, but since we have no boat she would have had to float there. Although she did not want to delay, she knew she would have to call on the Parrises another time.
Before daybreak Father sent word that I should stay home. He made a pretense of the soggy weather, but really I think he meant to keep me away from Thomas Oliver. Whatever Oliver does, however he does it, he does it with Father’s knowledge, and his blessing. I’m not certain of Oliver’s business
