The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 2

by Beth Brower

Burn the clothes and reform the character. Promptly.” To which I couldn’t help but respond, “Ah, but here is some of the progress you so desire, Aunt. In the past, they would have burned the witches and reformed the clothes.”

“Anyone who thinks Potiphar’s wife was a good idea has proven himself to be of no sense whatsoever. They can have another attempt at Christianity next week.” I left feeling rather uplifted.

He looks like a young gentleman with a gambling debt. Which I suppose was the kind of creature I was hoping would move into Lapis Lazuli Minor. Oh, how amusing the Fates are.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in a crypt somewhere, for your sins?” Islington asked in a ducal tone. “They evicted me,” I snapped. “Who?” “The dead.”

There is something about all that green, as seen through the glass window of a train, that makes one feel as if they were the character in a book.