Crucible Character letter

Dear Abigail,

They say that time heals all wounds and I assure you, that has been the truth in my case. I just wanted to begin by telling you that I forgive you unconditionally. You must return home. It has been six months since John Proctor‘s death and I have been dying of solitude. You must return to me Abby and forgive me just as I have forgiven you. I cannot stand being so lonesome. Salem despises me for all of my diligent work. They are all jealous fools. I need you and you need me. The hope of finally finding you is the only thing that gets these old bones moving every day. Now that I have found you, I must say that I cannot stand selfishness in anyone Abby and I hope that is what I am not seeing with you. I hesitate to say this, but it must be done. I have heard that you have become a harlot in Boston. This breaks my heart in two and draws sympathy to me from every inch of my being. You have soiled my name yet again. I would not mind that you fulfill your sensual pleasure so long as it did not threaten my very life. Last week a dagger was placed in my door with a note attached to it which threatened my very survival. How could yew? Why wood yew? I will run yew through! The threats played upon my fears and I ran to the courthouse and pleaded for help but they were too selfish to help a minister who had been bringing them to God since they could recall. Later that evening I hid within my study and waited for night to fall. By then I was surrounded by walls and the thickness of my overturned altar. It was impervious to any shot or blade. I had blessed numerous traps to give them a holy efficiency in subduing my aggressor and within the first hour of my refuge I had heard the soft thumping of a drum. It was neither loud nor sharp enough to be a firearm, but I approached my window ever so cautiously and peered onto my land. To my happiness there was no armed mob waiting to hang me by my entrails, but was no drum either. There was a fire ablaze in the center of my property. I did not sense my foe’s presence, however I waited six more hours, as one can never be too careful. When I arrived in my yard the fire was still burning! I had deduced that these logs must be an expensive breed. They bore a strong resemblance to my very own yew logs which I had received over my time as a minister. I ran over to my cache of yew logs and to my dismay they were not where those boys had stacked them. I noticed that there was a log not too far from my location. I walked over to it and stooped down to examine it when I noticed another right in front of it and another in front of that one. There was an entire trail that led me from my yew cache all the way to the fire. My precious logs! I broke down and wept. I was wallowing in my sadness and my mind sought out the worst possible scenarios that could have happened to put my mind at ease. I imagined my house being robbed. I chuckled at the fact of any man attempting to venture in that fortress. The entire house was solid yew and could not be broken into by anyone on their mightiest day. At that exact moment the fire finished burning as though it had been washed away by my tears. I dried my eyes and smelled more burning yew. I thought the aggressor was a fool to bring more wood to burn than I already possessed on my property. I turned round to see the madness unfolding. My home was completely engulfed by flames. So pray you Abby, return home before I lose more wood. I promise that I will allow you to earn your forgiveness back on the conditions that you relinquish your promiscuous ways and appreciate me as your father. You may wish to return quickly as I will eliminate your desire to be evil, for I will whip the devil out of you!

Sincerely,

Reverand Parris