9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 11, 2007
June 10, 2007
June 12, 2007
Transcript:
The woman with the lethal shoes continued to stare at Edda, motionless except for the rhythmic gnashing of her teeth upon her salad. Feeling more and more examined and appraised, broken down and classified by the woman's eyes, Edda finally blurted, "I'm a dancer...in a ballet company." The woman stopped chewing, paused and swallowed. "You're a ballet dancer?" "Yes," said Edda. Then the most extraordinary thing happened: The woman smiled.
