And that’s what had injured Emer deep in her soul, this rupture with her dad, in the black and white of her young mind, where she was not good enough for him or God because she was a girl, and she had turned against God in some private, irrevocable, obstinate way. She would not serve, and her non serviam took the form of her dog-eared, yellowing paperback of Edith Hamilton’s Mythology: Timeless Tales of Gods and Heroes, which replaced her Bible.
