That wasn’t the last of Graziella. She knew I liked the French language and she wrote regularly to me in French—to my office, of course. My secretary couldn’t read French, so our correspondence was very private.

The French language is made for romance and I was so fascinated with the little terms of endearment she used. Imagine my pleasure receiving a letter ending with: Je t’embrasse très fort. It wouldn’t work in English to say “I kiss you strongly.” That just wouldn’t turn me on in English, but in French!

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