“I hate oranges.” “Pardon?” “And if I were to eat an orange—which, honestly, Madame, why would I when I don’t like them—I would use my hands like the Americans do. Like everyone does, really. A fork and knife to eat an orange?” “I mean, why are you at the school?” “Oh. That. Well, the Convent of the Sacred Heart in Avignon expelled me. For nothing, I might add.” “And the Sisters of St. Francis?” “Ah. They had reason to expel me.”
