Young John’s mother told me about what he’d seen. Ms Jessop walking the fields alone at night. I told his mother not to tell anybody else but it was too late, she already had, and you can no more stop the passage of that kind of gossip through this village than cause the wind to pause in the fields or the rain to stay in the clouds.
I’ve called a meeting with the others to discuss the matter. First though I’ll go and have a quiet talk with Ms Jessop, tell her to stay indoors at night like all the other good folk.
