Mrs Hudson

a story that had no end I gave my love a baby with no crying’.” 50 55 She sang me across a bridge that seemed to be an astonishingly sensible, durable, and even beautiful construction designed by men to simplify my travels, and the water of the Hudson below us was charming and tranquil. It all came back, courage and sereneness. Her song ended as we got to the toll station on the east bank and she thanked me, said goodbye, and got out of the car. I offered to take her wherever she wanted to go,