“What are the people in France like?” he asked Seiji on the morning they were supposed to leave. Nicholas had a hard time getting up early to practice, like he should, but he would spring out of bed to pack for the twelfth time. “They’re like people who speak French.” Seiji didn’t know what else to say. People were confusing and terrible everywhere. “I need a baguette.” Nicholas fretted. “They have baguettes in France.” “Then I need a beret!”
