she had flown at high speed over the trees to the salem gathering on may 15th when there was a bridget moon in the sky. but nowhere had she said that she'd known -- meant to at -- flown at mid-michigan. this made me sit bold in bed. re-read every account of see celebration not one of the 50 people include the word boyfriend the dark or navigating the dark. in fact no one seemed to have any trouble seeing at all. some of the celebrants talked about the color of the wine, several confessed the signed the devil's book in red. details that would have had trouble ascertain big moonlight. i was a victim of my research. had wanted to tie the flying to that of another woman who rode through the dashness on horseback. wanted to stress much he dark, terrifying blackness, was a player in the story. and after all, everybody knows witches fly a little night. of course when i went back to look, there it was, foster's granddaughter, very plainly tells the justice this meeting had taken place at noon. and so ultimately in the final draft, a plush carpet of meadows unfurled below an fosters as she flies to