9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for July 16, 2012

Transcript:

Amos: The first fine moment of rapturous infatuation..the obsessive thoughts, the distraction, the loss of appetite...all that stuff...i've never had it over edda. woman: never at all? Amos: I can't remember when I haven't known her. We've been friends since we were babies. There never was an opportunity to fall in love. Amos: My memory is a map of edda from head to toe, mind and body. I know her every little mole, the gleam of her blond hair on her neck as it rises to the binding for her ponytail. The shape of her ears, the slight irregularity of her voice sounds like an oboe when she talks and laughs, how warm her tears feel when she cries. I know.... Woman: Oh yeah, he's not in love.