"Is he crying? I lean forward for a better look and find him staring right at me. Oh,no.Oh no oh no oh NO. He stops. "Anna?" "Um.Hi." My face is on fire. I want to rewind this reel,shut it off, destroy it. His expression runs from confusion to anger. "Were you listening to that?" "I'm sorry-" "I can't believe you were eavesdropping!" "It was an accident.I was passing by,and...you were there. And I've heard so much about your father,and I was curious.I'm sorry." "Well," he says, "I hope what you saw met your grandest expectations." He stalks past me,but I grab his arm. "Wait! I don't even speak French, remember?" "Do you proise," he says slowly, "that you didn't understand a single word of our conversation?" I let go of him. "No.I heard you. I heard the whole thing."