A faithful servant Amanda was to Mr. Sillow, for she had without question been more of a slave than a companion to him over the years. Now seven months into yet another pregnancy, Amanda had recently been given her first break from prostitution in nearly 50 years only because Mr. Sillow believed that the baby being lugged around inside of her this time belonged to him. To her astonishment, he was actually in favor of having this child. Had she been impregnated by him earlier on in their relationship, she may have deemed his joy over his impending fathership plausible; but after being with him for so many years, she had come to see his true colors. She had learned everything about the man she had once loved in innocence, and nothing about him was desirable. The truth was he was a selfish, egotistical, conniving, abusive slave driver. Her years of resentment towards him made her contemplate getting rid of the child inside of her day in and day out, but she knew that the consequence for such a stupid move would more than likely be a fatal one.
But day-to-day life with the man who had completely ruined her life wasn’t always bad. There were still times - though rare - when he would display acts of benevolence, actions that let her know that he still possessed a heart after all. One such incident came about during the sixth month into her pregnancy. Concerned for the well-being of his baby, not only did Mr. Sillow refrain from taking Amanda to Boston to be some unappreciated sex object to legions of disease-infested perverts, but he also took her to be his wife - though he didn’t wed her in traditional fashion. There was no pastor presiding over the junction, nor was there anyone present, for that matter. It was just the two of them, all alone in the cottage’s musky living room (which served as a chapel in this instance), Amanda dressed in all white, Mr. Sillow dressed in dark grey. Without even a pair of rings on hand to consummate the occasion, it was a union based purely upon a simple vow. Despite its informality, Amanda still considered her nonconformist lover’s exploit to be a huge step in the right direction.
“I, Frederickstein Sillow take thee, Amanda Toffer, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part, according to God’s holy ordinance; thereto I plight my troth,” Mr. Sillow recited to his teary-eyed soon-to-be missus. “I now pronounce us man and wife and declare my marriage to the previous Mrs. Sillow to be null and void. From this day forth, you shall be referred to as Mrs. Amanda Sillow.” And with their unofficial makeshift nuptials now set in stone and their souls now bound as one, the newly wed Mrs. Amanda Sillow hadn’t merely just acquired her husband’s last name; she had also unknowingly taken on the sociopath’s battalion of hellacious demons.