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“Marina Volkov?”
Her mind raced. The PDF had a chapter on food, but it was all about hamburgers, apple pie, and “pass the salt.” It didn’t have a script for this. Learning-american-english-grant-taylor-pdf
Walking out into the gray Chicago wind, Marina looked at her binder. She wanted to throw it into the nearest recycling bin. But instead, she hugged it to her chest. “Marina Volkov
And from those bones, she had built the muscle of her own voice. It was still a little stiff. Still a little foreign. But it was hers. She wanted to throw it into the nearest recycling bin
Then he looked at her file and smiled. “You’ve been here six months. How do you like the food?”
Grant Taylor hadn’t taught her how to order coffee or what a casserole was. But he had given her the bones. He had given her the simple past, the prepositions, the difference between “a” and “the.”
Tonight, however, was different. Tonight was the final exam of the real world. Her naturalization interview.