Chapter 8

“Are you all right Miss?” Stephen asked with concern as they exited customs.

“I’m fine,” Macey sighed. “Air travel has never been my favorite.”

“It will be much easier from here.”

Hailing a cab, Stephen loaded her luggage into the trunk, then gave instructions to the driver. Macey listened, amazed at the ease with which he handled the situation.

“Stephen, I didn’t know you could speak French.”

“I can’t.”

“But.”

“I learned a bit when I came here to set up your apartment,” he said, “but I only know enough to give the correct address.”

Macey was silent for a time, “I’m going to need to learn.”

“Miss?”

“French. If I’m going to stay here I really should learn the language, don’t you think?”

“You have a point. It will be useful when you begin attending school. But the state has several remedial programs, specifically for immigrants to learn the language.”