Chapter Five
The house was quiet. Bo had gone back to town early and the girls were sleeping upstairs. Emerson and Zack were on the porch in the dark, staring out into the forest of trees and to where the lake should be. The quiet set their souls on edge.
“It’s not enough, Zack,” Emerson was the first to speak after a long silence.
“What’s not enough?”
He shifted restlessly in his chair. “I feel like I’m on the verge of something immense and extraordinary.”
“What, in your writing? You still doing those commentaries on Blake and Keats?”
“I finished those a year ago,” he replied, his tone implying that Zack should already know that.
Zack thought a moment. “You know, I don’t recall you reading anything new to the Club, I mean really new in the last year.” It sounded like an accusatio
