Ze Flench Vin

  It was a white Mercedes van and luckily I occupied the passenger seat next to her, and the two British women in back with their haughty Liverpool or northern dialects, I couldn’t tell nor did I care. My left ear yearned to hear more from the driver while my right ear tried to protect itself from the faux aristocratic noise in back by producing emergency earwax. Thankfully we stopped before the wax dripped, Read More