Betty
As I stood backstage and with the auditorium packed beyond full, I almost found myself shaking. This cannot bomb this presentation; it will salvage my image! It would remind people that I was more than scandal and whispers, but rather a scholar! A writer! Someone actually knowing literature and human nature!
“On stage, please welcome Professor Betty Graham” echoed into my ears, and I terrifiedly approached the front scene of attention. The lights are dazzling, and I could see any single face in the crowd.
“Forbidden narratives... “ my voice started, and the rest was mechanism stories wanted to tell more than I wanted: about power, social taboos breached, the intoxication of secrecy. And I spoke on, every sentence a fraction of my life but academic and analytical. “And so... thes
