9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 08, 2014
Amos: I get frissons just gazing upon the delicate, golden strands of hair swirling, unfettered, against your neck. I believe I fell in love with you the first time I beheld them. Edda: And when was that? Amos: I was around 14. Edda: Was that the time you and I got pinned together at my desk in algebra class, and they had to free us with the jaws of life? amos: I can never contemplate a homogenous polynomial of the second degree without a certain forbidden excitement.