I’ve gotten two jobs in London — or it is the same job? The first one seems to be in some kind of gym where speaking French is part of the job. The other is at a clinic or — is it the same place — where I lead a support group for people with bipolar disorder. About a quarter of the patients speak French. I acknowledge them in the few words of French that I know, hoping that no one will find out that I am faking and cause me to lose my job. Everyone lines up. They are all wearing white.