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Show Page 9 door is closed. Please open the door so I may go out. Edward is waiting for me. Please open the door. I want to go out." My heart trembled to see her so, but there was nothing I could do. So, my body stiff with anguish, I simply sat and held her hand. It was then I heard a scuffling overhead, a scuffling which only made Aunt Mary more restless. Then the hatch, which had been battened for so many days, was thrown back and a shaft of daylight plunged down into the dusk. The brightness made me squint with pain ere I looked again at Aunt Mary. She lay still, looking toward the light and smiling as though it was an old familiar friend come to call. She reached toward it. "Thank you," she sighed. A moment later she was dead. I was alone in the world. ******************** May 8, 1620 I scarce can write for the tears that are splotching this journal. Aunt Mary is dead. I have cleansed my aunt's dear face, smoothed her halo of hair and wrapped her in white. Anne sits beside me as I wait for the sailors who are to come for her. I thank God the storm that has kept us shut below deck for so many days has ended. Now I will not have to suffer seeing |
