Week 3: The Raging Quiet

The Raging Quiet is getting really good. I'm on page 143 and the plots finally falling into place. Marnie and Raven are still getting progressively closer. When I started off again at page 97, Marnie goes into town to find Father Brannan. Instead of finding him, she finds out how much the people of Torcurra hate her. "Get out! Get out of our village! Get out afore we hang you!" (97) they yell at her, and throw stones. She runs straight back to her cottage without a second glance. She is so afraid when she gets home, that she doesn't go to sleep that night. She barricaded the door with a chest and passed out on her table with a knife in her hand. In the morning she heard a wagon rumbling and freaked out because she thought that it was the villagers coming to take her to her hanging. It was only Father Brannan with thatching to fix the beaten down, little roof on the cottage. After they fix the roof, they go through Isake's stuff. Marnie gave all of Isake's old clothing to Raven, who needed them desperately.
On page 120, Raven and Marnie are out fishing when a man arrives at the cottage. He is Isake's brother Pierce. When Marnie and Raven get back to land, they find Pierce in the cottage going through Isake's things and claiming that this is his families house and that Marnie and Raven are tresspassing. Marnie "signs" to Raven using their hand words to go get Father Brannan. While waiting for Father Brannan to show up, Marnie tries to keep her cool, but its very difficult. Pierce keeps threatening to take this issue to court and that he knows people in high places. When Father Brannan comes to defend Marnie at last, Pierce takes off with two very important things: The letter in Isake's chest and the last of the money Marnie had.
On page 134, Marnie asks Father Brannan to write down a few things for her. Her name, Raven's name, and the words father, mother, sister, brother. She wants this because: she can't write, and she wants to teach Raven names of people. While she's teaching him, Father Brannan notices "It was an undrestanding that went far beyound the finite language of their hands ; a soul unity, sacred and rare and beautiful.