Life Is A Foreign Language (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
His freckled face and shock of sandy brown hair made him stand out in the crowd. He slapped her on the back when she caught up to him, a comradely greeting, more vigorous than warm. Grabbing her carryall, he hurried ahead, leaving her to weave her way, almost running not to lose him in the crowd. Outside the terminal building she was hit by the strong wind, forced to lean into it, and spatters of rain immediately dimmed her glasses. Nearly blind, she groped her way to Walter’s car. “You made it,” he said as they were leaving the airport. “Must have been a bumpy flight in this weather.” “It wasn’t too bad. I’d like to go straight to the hotel, if you don’t mind.” “I thought so. Your first lecture is tomorrow at nine. I’ve committed you for lunch with the dean and the head of the medical faculty.” “Oh Walter, no. I wish you’d asked me. I’m not in the mood to socialize.”
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