The day she packed her empty notebooks bound in leather given as gifts, the day she tucked the quill pen and ink and twenty five folders neatly labeled onto the top shelf of her closet and closed the door was the day she walked on air.  It surely must have felt like the day her brother claimed he renounced religion. The free air his lungs acquired, his soul unbound, his thoughts unsinful, free, unhindered--what must that be like! Free to sin, free to ignore, free to think whatever you like,…