It was too cold at 5:30 when the alarm rang, so Annabelle and I went back to bed. I slept for another hour and had one of my we're in NYC-we're in Ohio-dreams. something about a production of Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris. At one point I was working at the Drama Book Shop, and my goddaughter Charlotte, when she was around six years old, was there with school chums. Then I was riding in a car driven by Rozanne, wife of the book shop owner, on Route 122 in West Middletown, Ohio. We drove to a burning house, and I woke. The song "Madeleine" has been running through my head, only I sing it to Annabelle:
I'm waiting for Annabelle
In front of the picture show.
Every bnight at half past ten,
Annabelle, she loves that so.