Wow! What a way to wake up this morning----a phone call from Elaine H, who had lived next door to Fio during your girl's childhood and on up, and whom she'd kept in touch with through their college, employment, family, and widowhood years--and and her friend sounded great! They talked and talked, but dang it, Fio didn't think to tell her about The Blog, where she could get Fiorella's day-by-day low downs.
A little background here: Elaine's mother was Louisiana French and quite willing to teach Fiorella as many bits and pieces of the language as your girl could handle---and years later, when Fio was faced with a graduate school requirement for linguistics, that background came in VERY handy.
Fiorella knew that neither her one semester of German nor her two semesters of Russian were strong enough to pass the test so she chose French, which, she had never ever had a class in, but knew was derived from Latin, which she'd studied for five years previously in high school and done quite well in.
Besides, her best friend in Grad school, Nichole D, was French, and Fio had picked up the accent and some of common phrases from her.
AND IT WORKED! Your girl passed the French test with flying colors! In fact, Fio was the first one in the room to turn in her exam for any of the languages! But DANG- the proctors wouldn't let her out the door, despite her explaining she had a beagle at home about to give birth and that she wanted to be thereğŸ˜
(Later, she learned that anyone turning a test in unusually early is suspected of being a hired hand.)
ATTENTION: FIORELLA HAS REWORKED THIS PAGE SEVERAL TIMES
BUT STILL HASN'T GOTTEN IT THE WAY SHE WANTS IT--
Too many tears and memories involved.....
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