Josiane wasn’t quite as relaxed as her husband was about the virus. As she explained to him, what worried her wasn’t the virus itself. No, it was the Americans. She was Belgian, and she had a certain view of Americans. A positive view of them on the whole. Now it wasn’t that they were bad people, it was just that they were Americans. And this was a problem. Because, as everyone knew, Americans did not typically know what they were doing. She had begun to imagine that the Americans could do something idiotic with the virus and Jean-François could end up getting infected.
