Moved

“Your French is incredible for an expatriate,” he marveled, “as good as Sylvie’s was when we met. You took French classes back in the States?”

“It’d be strange, an American looking for a job on the Fourth of July. I followed the core curriculum in Ontario, and took lessons with a friend.”

“Sad how American McGill students know more French than most Canadians.” (I secretly liked being grouped with Americans. I pick favorites, not favourites.) “I feel better, now that I’ve met you. Also, by ‘friend’, you mean . . . ”