9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 12, 2007

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"Really?!" said the woman. Edda was astonished. Here, where she had been like a wraith passing among beings of substance, she was recognized. The woman wanted to know all about her, the name of her ballet company, how she came to join it, what she was performing presently. The woman was all attention and appreciation. Edda felt a warm rush of acceptance, admiration, even validation. She was not a firefly in a public mayonnaise jar; she was regular, living, breathing. A working stiff.