A Wooden Ring
Counts, accounts, and what really counts
As A Little Night Music nears its conclusion, Madame Armfeldt speaks with her granddaughter, Fredrika. It is an exquisite exchange:
MADAME ARMFELDT: Child, will you do me a favor?
FREDRIKA: Of course, Grandmother.
MADAME ARMFELDT: Will you tell me what it’s all for? Having outlived my own illusions by centuries, it would be soothing at least to pretend to …
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