We were greeted by a man in a black tuxedo. He first greeted John with a hug and a kiss on the left cheek. That one kind of took me by surprise and all I could think of was, “I hope he doesn’t kiss me!”
He then turned his attention to Mom. He said something I didn’t understand at all. I later found out that the guy was speaking French. He took hold of Mom’s hand and kissed it as though he was giving the kiss of life to a rose petal.
Finally he looked down at me and for some reason, my toes curled up inside my shoes.
“This must be your charming son,” The man said, sounding like the candlestick in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, “whom I’ve heard so much about.”