9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for October 10, 2008
Transcript:
"I'm sorry, but there is no other room. The hotels in the city are replete this week for many things...among them the concours forrestier." "What do we do?" "I think we can manage to bivouac there without treading on each other's toes. What else could Isabel have done?" "Holy creaking moly, Amos." "Hic"