9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for June 09, 2007

Transcript:

Edda's reverie was interrupted by a woman in a slate grey jacket and matching trousers, with shiny, lethal-looking shoes. "I'm sorry," the woman said, crushing lettuce between her molars, "are you in development?" "No," said Edda, somewhat ruefully. "I'm not very developed at all." The woman blinked. "Oh." "I'm...I'm in lycra," Edda added. "Ah," said the woman, crushing another shred of lettuce between her teeth, and looking at Edda as if she might have to be acquired, reorganized and sold.