“Ooh! I speak French!” Alex exclaimed, entirely too pleased with herself. But after hours of nothing, that felt like something. She wanted to make a T-shirt that said i speak french. She wanted to stroll up to the first person she saw and stick out her hand and say, Hi! I’m Alex, and I’m bilingual! She wanted to pretend that her memory might come back as soon as she started thinking in the right language. But the past stayed blank, and the present stayed cold, and the future loomed before her, totally empty.
