John Inglefield’s Thanksgiving
A story by Nathaniel Hawthorne, this one is darker, reminiscent of his Puritan upbringing, and just a tad creepy for November . . . that’s why I’m sharing it the day after HalloweeeeEEEEEeeeennnnn!!!!!
But tell me, what do you suppose the end means? Why can’t the girl’s family touch her? What is it they see on her face?