“I just want you to know where I stand. I appreciate a joke, but underneath I’m a s-s-serious person. Proud to be an American. That’s why I’m sorry about José”. She put down her knitting needles. “You do think he’s terribly good-looking, don’t you?” Holly said Hmn, and swiped the cat’s whiskers with her lacquer brush. “If only I could get used to the idea of marrying a Brazilian. And being a B-b-brazilian myself. It’s such a canyon to cross. Six thousand miles, not knowing the language–”
“Go to Berlitz.”
“Why on earth would they be teaching P-p-portuguese? It isn’t as though anyone spoke it. No, my only chance is to try and make José forget politics and became an American. It’s such a useless thing for a man to want to be: the p-p-president of Brazil.”