The French Teacher

Synopsis

She Was Old When I Knew Her. Her Skin Had The Light, Translucent Quality Of Porcelain, A Characteristic Of Cellstoo Withered To Support The Normal Load Of Melanin In Hertissues. The Years Had Sharpened Her Features, Given The Highcheekbones And Straight Nose A Gaunt Appearance. Sheregarded Us Through Watery Eyes Filmed With The Milky Blightof Cataracts.at The Time, I Found It Hard To Believe That My Frenchteacher Had Ever Been Pretty Or Attractive, Or Sexual In A Waythat Caused Men To Take A Breath And Regard Her With Slowcontemplation.at Middle Age I Know Better. Her Bone Structure Was Good, More Than Good. She Would Have Been An Extremely Attractivewoman, One Who Might Have Been At Ease With Her Americanaccent As She Moved Through The Hemingway Crowd In Parisduring The 1930s.