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Not yet, anyway. Let’s have a quick chat.”He glanced inside then stepped back. I indicated a patio table and pulled out a chair for him. “Sit. This won’t take long; then you can go back to what you were doing.”Reluctantly, he sat. “It’s your home, and I am your guest,” he said as he emptied what was left of his wine, the French accent reappearing.“Où en France As-tu grandi?” I suddenly asked him where in France he grew up. He stared at me. I let fly more French than I’d spoken in years. I looked it all up first to make sure I had it close enough. I told him that I’d studied French for several years and could converse pretty well. I said that we could speak French if he wanted. I watched him sweating as I spoke.“J’ai étudié Français au lycée et au Collège pendant plusieurs années. Je ne dirais pas que je parle couramment, mais je peux converser adéquatement. Allons-nous parler Français, s’il vous plaît?”“Your accent so bad I cannot understand half of what you are saying,” he said.

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