Bergeron Post 13

For a night, I was a foreigner in a house full of people who drove into the country yesterday. Their mouths form words differently than mine and the men lock themselves away in a cloud of cigar smoke while the rest drink wine like water. "Are you American?" They asked and I did not know how to respond, for we were in America. Of course I was. The adults drank enough to make me feel a little drunk, even though I had not had a drop to drink. It was loud. A chaotic music. And somewhere, in all of that noise, I found him beside me and it all made sense.