by cheri block
Inner dialogue translated to English
Henri: Another silly American tourist, bringing us a sweet in exchange for a photo.
Pierre: Ahh, Henri, you take up arms too quickly. Enjoy the sugar.
Henri: I will, indeed. Her lens is long, her hand full, her kindness sincere, but still, Pierre, my patience tires of these early morning interruptions.
Pierre: Remember to look grateful. Maybe a nuzzle or nod. Her pockets bulge with sugar.
Henri: My ears see those pockets.
Pierre: I am old, so one cube satisfies.