“It was a grift to begin with, on you and your ma,” says Buchanan, spitting seeds off the stern. “I know,” says Proserpina. “But you turned it right about on me.” Proserpina waits. �...
Two trunks from school, full of socks and Greek tragedy. Proserpina owns very little. Train to the station, carriage to the dock. Tension at the gate, checking tickets; Madeleine Havisham is, aft...
The Lees’ rooms are small and bright. Madeleine Havisham is not large, but she barely fits on Elijah’s mother’s little mattress, curled up with a hand at her mouth. “Thank you for this,�...
“I won’t permit this,” says Proserpina’s mother, who is scared and worried and upset and has nothing else to say. “You can’t prevent it,” says Proserpina. They’re waiting at a tra...
Radiane is breathless and pale outside the headmaster’s door when they emerge. “Ah, Miss Theodorakis,” he says. “Did you need something?” She hands him a note. “Withdrawn?” says the...