in heaven are you doing?â He didnât answer but continued staring intently out the window. âWill!â âItâs all right, Aunt Bridget,â he said. He glanced over his shoulder and I saw that he had been fighting again. His left eye would soon be swollen shut, and a trickle of blood oozed from a cut on his forehead. âFor Godâs sake, Will, what is going on? Who is after you?â Will laughed derisively and I could smell the liquor on his breath. âWho isnât? The sons of bitches who hit me from behind, the churchwardens seeking Sabbath-breakers, the beadle trying to find whoever brawled in the alehouse ⦠it could be any of them. It looks like they lost the trail, so thereâs nothing for you to worry about.â He turned away from the window and walked past me. âDo you have any wine? Iâm not drunk enough yet.â
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About the Author
SAM THOMAS teaches history at University School near Cleveland, Ohio. He has received research grants from the National Endowment for the Humanities, the Newberry Library, and the British Academy. He has published academic articles on topics ranging from early modern Britain to colonial Africa. Thomas lives in Shaker Heights, Ohio, with his wife and two children.