I always gave him a hand during these frantic weeks, but that year I was sequestered in my room, trying to turn Mildred Bevel’s tenuous ghost into a tangible human being.
The fourth book in this novel is Mildred’s story. Ida doesn’t know Mildred because, I’m sure, Bevel didn’t know her. I mean, we already know that Mildred *did* journal: the Ida of the 1980s is about to dig into those journals.
