The Listeners

by Maggie Stiefvater

No one liked Bureau men, not until they needed them.

Water wasn’t just one thing; it could be rain, snow, ice, and rivers.

To have achieved notability but not be asked to perform it: that was a kind of luxury, too.

For many years, June had thought she was the woman she was despite who she’d been as a child. Now she knew she was the woman she was because of who she’d been as a child.

Wealth isn’t luxury.