She turned to John, ‘Mum asked would you like to visit our farm and meet our family.’ ‘Will it be all right?’ John asked anxiously? ‘I canno... speak Vietnamese. I think I am too old to learn. I don’t want to cause any trouble.’ Mai whispered. ‘You will be the first foreigner to set foot in her house. We are poor but she is very proud. She honors you by inviting you home.’ They talked together while her mother waited. Then Mai told her mother. ‘He would love to visit our home on the weekend.’. It’s his drive for self-improvement at work. The naturally lazy Canadian is quite content with the little he has. And he doesn’t want more. Such a difference in viewpoints. On the same bloody continent. It’s amazing. Americans and Canadians are like two different species, man. It’s kind of eerie. The African-Americans I’ve met in the city of Boston are so different from the Black Canadians I’ve known my entire life. The African-American men and women are strong, proud and resilient. They’re. .and he's really fucking hungry. "Can I ask you something?" Michael says, and I can smell beer on him two feet away. "What?" "Are you and Ethan, like, together?" he asks, releasing the knob and turning toward me. "Um, no we're not," I say, and Michael smiles. "Cool, so...he wouldn't be upset if-" "What are you doing?" I ask, and take a step back as he steps toward me. "You are seriously the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen," Michael says, reaching for me. His long, skinny fingers. ‘But if Madame should put herself entirely in my hands, I can assure her she will exit from my establishment, the envy of her gender.’ ‘Well, thought Anna, ‘I’ve got this far. I might as well see it through to the end. What do you suggest?’ She asked. Francois stood in front of her. He stared. He twittered to her left side and stared. He twittered to her right side and stared. He took up a position behind her and ran his fingers through her hair. He tutted and sighed. He returned to her front.