Wednesdays with Nadine

perched on the edge of a  chair
the sterile color of my dry lips

yellow glass of tepid water to the right
two pairs of french glasses

peer down expectantly across the table
a pitifully thin blue binder of phrasal verbs under my left hand,

i begin,

Alors, for example, if Obama…”

…Obama…Obama…Obama… mama…oh la la la!”

As she blushes and leans back to pat her perfectly coiffed white hair.

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