26 February 1691, Friday
We received troubling news this day. Parris, still intent on uncovering the Devil in the Village, pressured his daughter and his niece, and tis exactly as Mary said—the girls named Tituba as their tormentor, and Tituba confessed to being a Witch. Lizzie paced the length of the Great Room, from the shelves to the window and back as she told me what she knew.
“Tituba said the Devil bid her to serve him, and though she tried to ignore him and send him away, he kept hassling her, trying to get her to sign his book.”
“His book?” I glanced at the books on the shelves. “What type of book does the Devil have, do you think? Might I have it here?”
“Tis not funny, James.” Lizzie shook her head to emphasize her point. “Tis bad enough the girls named Tituba as tormenting t
