Charlie and Fancy arrived at the bakery on time. She paused at the doorway and waited for Charlie to open the door for her before stepping inside. Seeing that Charlie would pass as a Frenchman took more than just language lessons and a phony passport. He had to be able to fit into the culture. To know to say 'hello' to a shopkeeper when he entered a store, and not to squirm if someone served him a plate of snails at a fancy party.
Fancy thought it was an awful lot to cram into the poor boy's brain so quickly and prayed it would all stick.
"Bonjour Marie," she called with a smile that did not reach her eyes, " ma ordre est-il prĂȘt?"