Gemotions

The reviews were in. “Masterful,” “Insightful,” “A Must-Read.” Sarah crumpled the newspaper in her hand, her knuckles white. The biography painted her as a saint, a paragon of virtue. The author, a woman named Deborah, had strategically omitted any mention of the things that made Sarah, well, *human*.

Sarah went to her computer and started composing an email. The recipient: Deborah's publisher. She had a few *corrections* to suggest. She would start with the finances. There were some things that would have been very interesting for the readers to know. She would be sure to make it a long one.