I could live this life
Julien got it anyway. It was a robot thing. He had a terrific robot accent.
My journey to the savage heart of French culture was well underway.
Now, we were to greet each other—whispering, so no one could cheat—by name. Whrookay.
Stage actors need perfect elocution.
I wished my mom were still alive. She knew all about auditions.
This sounded great. “Sign me up!” I said.
I mention all this prefatory to the story of enrolling myself in French acting lessons.