L.M.M.
September 2014
Take down Volume II, the last years when she was happy.
The tiny woman in the pince-nez, the veiled black hat,
black gloves, and a smartly tailored suit stares out at the
reader. Her thoughts, too, were veiled: from her husband,
her congregation, her readers, who expected only sunshine
from their favourite writer. Only in her journals could she
let off steam…