SERA
“He wants a call.”
Professor Mensah said it at eleven that morning with the particular quality of someone delivering news they were not certain how to classify because it sat between good and significant and those were not always the same thing.
Sera was at the house on Calloway Street, upstairs at the desk, having slept four hours after the garden and woken with the specific alertness of someone whose body had taken exactly what it needed and stopped. She was on her second coffee and her first real page of the next section of work when Professor Mensah called.
“The editor,” Mensah said. “He read the introduction this morning as he said he would and he wants to speak with you directly before he passes the manuscript to the review board.” She paused. “In my experience journals do n
