We resumed school. I made half-hearted attempts to study French, although the language seemed to me a wall without footholds, a barrier that could not be scaled. I wondered how anyone ever got to the top of the wall and over into the boscage beyond. I wondered how Matthew and Laura had done it. It seemed an almost magical feat.
But in truth I did not try very hard, because in my heart I believed it was impossible to learn another language. The incident with the blonde girl’s father seemed to confirm the law of mutual incomprehension. And I had other things I would rather study.