9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for March 02, 2010

Transcript:

Gran says, "As I sang of crossing the bridges of Ce, of the chateau, the fields, of the eternal fiancee of the poet's memory… I stood still, utterly motionless, my hands folded before me. I sang in French. I was so glad of my long gown. It hid the wobbling of my knees."