Wednesday, September 23, 2009
She has a cold again, sniffling, her voice a sexy rasp. She’s been around kids and figures she’s picking up their various contagions. Still, she was in a bright mood, her voice reaching for high notes to make music of the most mundane chatter. You would love her laugh, which is better than music. Once in a while, when she is amused, she punctuates her words with a liquidy sound that transports you to spring meadows.