Charlotte tilted her head to one side, considering John for a moment. He was right, of course. That's what they were, and no amount of discours would convince people otherwise. Where she was from, people respected people like her. Not only that, but they believed whole-heartedly. But Charlotte knew what John said was true. "Ain't that depressing," she finally answered. "But I s'pose you're right."
Charlotte had stocked up on her own stuff just before they pulled out of Philly. She even picked up a used paperback - The Scarlet Letter - to try and improve her reading. It would probably take her more than a month to work her way through it. She was delighted to discover that the author lived in Salem. "What is it you need? I picked up some stuff in Philadelphia. I'd be happy to sell or trade with you if it's too expensive here."