A Honeymoon on the French Riveria

A Honeymoon on the French Riveria by Joyce Fisher (a Short Story Contest entry)


"Can you call the front desk for the time" my husband asked? " You can speak French", he added confidently. I willingly picked up the phone and said in my best high school accent, "pardon et moi, quelle heure est- il, s'il vous plait"? The clerk answered me politely, but rather rapidly, and I thanked him, "merci beaucoup".

"Well darling" my bridegroom asked, "what time is it"? I answered in exasperation "who can understand French"?