I will never forget my birthday at Salem House.Mr.dead.His wife,Mrs. Creakle,let me stay in their parlor all afternoon.Ifelt empty and sad.WhenIwent to bed,Traddles,my friend,lwnt me his pillow.
I left Salem House the next day to go home. A man in black came to collect me from the coach. He introduced himself as Mr. Omer and took me to his house.It had a sign up outside."Omer-Tailorsand Funerals.