Claudette helped Charlie so much with his French lessons.
No, mon chere, not jer tem, its jeu tem
They met at the start of his immersion trip and were inseparable.
No, pomme de terre, not Meem chose, mem shoz
She was so sweet, always correcting his pronunciation.
No petit frois gras, not arretezzz, its arreteyyy
So thoughtful. Only correcting every other word when they were with friends.
So perfect she was. So fluent. But her English was a bit off.
This time he corrected her. “It’s ‘Oh my GOD’, not ‘gawd’ ‘what are you doing with that NIFE’, not ‘nuf.’”
Author’s Note: Because what could be worse than being perfect.