You’ve honey on your tongue, ma fifille,” Maman once said. “If you’d lived in earlier times, you could have been a troubadour.””…There aren’t any troubadours any more, are there, Maman?” Marie said. “And if there were, girls wouldn’t be allowed to be one.””Probably not,” Maman agreed sadly.”I’ll be one anyway,” I said with determination.Maman smiled and gently pulled on my hair. “I’m sure you will, ma fifille, a clever girl like you. You can do whatever you like in this world if you just have courage enough.
You’ve honey on your tongue, ma fifille,” Maman once said. “If you’d lived in earlier times, you could have been a troubadour.””…There aren’t any troubadours any more, are there, Maman?” Marie said. “And if there were, girls wouldn’t be allowed to be one.””Probably not,” Maman agreed sadly.”I’ll be one anyway,” I said with determination.Maman smiled and gently pulled on my hair. “I’m sure you will, ma fifille, a clever girl like you. You can do whatever you like in this world if you just have courage enough.
