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

by Beth Brower

Admirably, I reined in my laugh.

“you’ve become one of my favourite members of the parish. Your sins are simply marvellous. Well, a good morning to you.”

“I’ll meet you on the balcony. It’s the safest place. Aunt Eugenia doesn’t believe in balconies. She thinks they make light of the law of gravity.”

“It rained and rained, and I could not sleep for the sound of it against the window. Perhaps an ancient and forgotten god was pouring glass beads out of tired clouds, and I the only one awake in the world to watch them fall.”

“Agnes. That sounds familiar. A good stout name. She must be nearing forty. Agneses always are.

(That makes the third man in fewer months I have assaulted with a book.)

“Once she’s had her tea, everything will be fine.” “Jack, as much as I admire your English belief that tea really can solve anything, I don’t think it will counter what we’ve just put her through.”