Channeling moments of utter calm comes with great practice and Charity has mastered the task by default while living alone for the past eight years in a cottage fringed on the outskirts of town. Proctor is a sleepy village filled with predictable characters.

Charity anticipated October’s arrival with strange glee. It was the one time of year the citizens of Proctor woke from their half-life existence and reveled in folly. Last year, Charity dabbled in the sweet mystery of her apple cider, bringing a smile to everyone that imbibed. Anticipation for this year’s batch borders on obsessive.