The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 3

by Beth Brower

After I did, there came heavy footfalls towards me. The door swung open—goodness, that man can swing a door almost as well as he can throw open a curtain.

It felt as if it were…what can I say? A fission? An energy? All that mounting storm he carries about his person breaking in beautiful rain. And I thought to myself, This. This sort of battle, this kind of argument, this laughter when we realise we are saying the same thing—this is what I wish from life.

Now, Emma, do try and pull yourself together. The Duchess of Bedford has an ugly daughter, and we must not distract anyone from that fact.”

I always feel as if I’m holding a sword when he’s left.