It's just life, so keep dancing through.
Stephen SchwartzMots clés wicked fiyero wicked-the-musical elphaba galinda glinda nessa nessarose
My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.
Gregory MaguireMots clés protection glinda
I'm just doing your tea, Mum," he said.
"Are you all imbecilic? Is that a requirement of enlisted men? It's Lady GLINDA!" She was losing it, big time. "Get me Murth!
Mots clés glinda losing-it murth
Well, I learned to cook. At my age," she told him. "What's next? Art therapy? Anyway, I've had quite a time of it this summer, and who knows what eases down on any road. Come, Rain. A quick goodbye, and off you go."
"Goodbye," said Rain to the Lion, and then to the woman.
"Not to them," said Glinda, "To me."
She turned eyes that were saucerly upon Glinda. "Mum?
They did the best they could. Besides I was hardly a stranger. I had known your grandmother. We were like this." She twined her second and third fingers together as if they might strangle each other.
Gregory MaguireDo good though, will you?" She blinked brightly at the green girl. "If not for your parents or your grandmother, then for me?
Gregory MaguireYou need my help? What for? Bread, cash, a fake identity to help you slip sideways through the cracks? Tell me what you need, tell me why I should help, and I'll see what I can do. In memory of Elphaba. You knew her." Her head titled again, but up, this time, and it was to keep the sudden wetness from spilling into her carefully colored false eyelashes. "You knew my Elphie!
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