Taking her hands in his, he kissed her forehead, and then her cheeks, and then her lips. “What an adventure, huh? Someday we’ll tell our children’s children how we left France behind and started a new life in America!”
No, she thought, we won’t tell them. We won’t tell them that the France of our childhood was no longer our France. We won’t tell them that the France we loved was no longer safe for us. No, my darling. We won’t tell them anything. We will leave France behind, and we will have a good life in America.
“Are you ready for a new life, Mrs. Lévy?” he asked in French, offering his arm.
“Yes,” she answered her handsome husband in stilted English, “I am ready.”
THE END