I sited down, on the floor of my bedroom.
I decide to open the letter that I've stole of the Mrs. Barrel desk.
I opened the paper without any care.
I just broke up the letter cover.
I was so anxious to see what Mrs. Barrel hided from me.
Then I realized, that it wasn't a letter.
it was a judge document
I didn't read all the introduction with the law oath.
I just read what they say about us...
Well mostly about me.
I tacked near of my chest and I read the fast I could:
"Supreme Court of Salem, Massachusetts
Date: 23-11-1967
Number of the case: 0348302489
Description.
This case was denounced by the Miss Jaina Wilssen, who's affirmed that
the Miss Circe Hill, was a victim of a rape.
By the Mister Milton, Terrence.
The day 20th of November.
There are witnesses that comment, that the Miss Hill, was conscious of the situation and she accepted this holly act with Mr. Milton.
In fact, we need to know what really happened, and why there are too versions of the story.
The Mr. Milton could go to jail if Miss Circe, affirms the event.
If she is not, she will be send to Mclean mental institution, in Boston.
Also, the Miss Circe, it was accused before in a judgment for the murderer of the lady Anastasia Jackson, by the little evidence, the Miss Hill was declared innocent and outside of any charge.
The witnesses of that old case affirm and accused to the Miss Hill, of practice witchcraft."
I get away the documents from my ribs,
I run downstairs fast, I broke the sheets, crumpling them.
I turned on the flames of the fire, moving my fingers like a wooden fan was opening.
I threw the pieces of paper to the chimney.
I prepared a coffee to observe how they burned.
The red light reflected in my eyes and just can thought in his hair.