Pass

The rest of the day went smoothly. I coordinated well with my blond coworker, who served francophones and regulars while I dealt with anglophones and tourists. Juggling with the midday traffic was satisfying, after ninety-four days indoors. Things wound down in the late afternoon, and I was dismissed at five o’clock in English. “Hortus and I can take over from here.” Alain sent me off with madeleines and a pat on the shoulder.