CHAPTER TWO
Seamus left the kitchen unsure of what to do. He took the stairwell from the kitchen to the second floor. The hall was long with lots of rooms on each side. He remembered the history of the house. Somewhere, along the time of the craziness in Salem, when people who were not his people were being hanged, the few people in Salem who were of Seamus’s faith left Salem and the nearby towns, scared that they might be discovered for who they were, as they watched their falsely accused neighbors get taken one after another. During that time, Seamus’s ancestor, a man who had still carried the family name that had been on the Mayflower, and the same man who married the Irish maid, built a house large enough to house all the homeless ones, and this was his house. Seamus looked at the man
