On a recent trip to the country I couldn’t help but stop and talk to this lady-of-the-fields. Her name, she said, was Brigitte, and on the morning of my visit she was facing a bit of a crisis.
“What’s the matter?” I said.
“I’ve lost my other earring,” she grumbled, nudging a companion out of the way so she could scour the ground beneath her feet.
“Well,” I joked, “that thing’s big enough for both ears.”
That’s when I got the look.