Yes, I’m still reading Emily Climbs. I would say I’m savoring it (and I am), but the real truth is that I’m being pulled in 1,000,001 directions these days. Emily makes me laugh, though. This, from her journal:
“When Aunt Ruth came home she asked, ‘Well, how did you and Andrew get along?’
“She asks that every time he comes down. I know why. I know the little scheme that is understood among the Murrays, even though I don’t believe any of them have ever put it into words.
” ‘Beautifully,’ I said. ‘Andrew is improving. He said one interesting thing tonight, and he hadn’t so many feet and hands as usual.’
“I don’t know why I say things like that to Aunt Ruth occasionally. It would be so much better for me if I didn’t. But something–whether it’s Murray or Starr or Shipley or Burnley, or just pure cussedness I know not–makes me say them before I’ve time to reflect.”
” ‘No doubt you would find more congenial company in Stovepipe Town,’ said Aunt Ruth.”
And so Aunt Ruth has the last word after all. (But knowing Emily, not for long!)