Deirdre: April 14th, 2017:I drafted this while on the plane. Now I’m in Cape Town, with Wi-Fi, the museum’s closed for the day, and I’m going straight to sleep (I can’t sleep while in midair.) Happy weekend, Mountaineers. (Am I a Mountaineer?)
I didn’t mean to get involved in any of this once I left New York.
I was just going home. I had to. Not forever, but for a while. It wasn’t until I realised I left my laptop charger at the brownstone and was scrounging for something to do on the flight back that I found I had my dad’s journal in my big bag (hard to keep all my knock-off bags straight.) I cracked it open and suddenly some of it made sense.
And I was sitting there holding honest-to-god magic. A book that was until very recently hiding its content from me because I’d been hidden from
