I remember the day Madeline said to me, “I like watching the squirrels scurry ing around in my backyard, looking for acorns or stopping to eat one. I wonder what they’re thinking …” she said with her perfect diction and uplifting voice, as if she were telling the story to a gaggle of fourth graders gathered around her feet.
I looked at her with the highest regard but was completely bewildered: “You…
