The year is moving on at rocket speed. No, literally: the world in 1963 is consumed by the Space Race, and the Nonnatans are no different, especially since the news of the day revolves around the first female cosmonaut getting ready to launch into the stars. By contrast, looking firmly weighted down by gravity -- dragged down by it, more like -- is Trixie. Rolling up to Nonnatus, she sighs to Fred, the alleged bike repairman: her chain's come off, the brakes are slack, and even her bell has stopped ringing. Dumb Fred, not picking up on her sad face NOR on all these anvil-shaped metaphors, cracks, "But the bike's all right, though?" Lucky for those floating above, Trixie's eyeroll could likely be seen from the moon.Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices