The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 8

by Beth Brower

“May took hold of my life and ran raggedly about London. Not only May. Before that. April. March! How does one ever manage to become master of their own fate? Is it even possible?” “Quietly,” Hawkes said. “Quietly,” I repeated, then, “Quietly?” I waited for him to expound. He did not. “Quietly,” I repeated to myself.