“Will you please get me a soda?”
Good Man shook his head no.
“There is none.”
“How many did you drink today?”
“Only one,” he said.
“There is one. On the bottom shelf where I hid it this morning because I wanted to drink a soda when I got home.”
Good Man’s body shook with laughter. “Wow,” he said, “you are so lovely.”
“Don’t make fun of me,” I complained.
“I am just trying to cough like an American.”
“That was a sneeze,” I corrected him, “not a cough.”
“What’s the difference?”
“A cough comes from the lungs and go through the mouth.” I demonstrated. “A sneeze comes from the nose and goes through the nose and mouth.” I demonstrated.
Good Man stared at me. “It’s all connected up there, nose, mouth, throat…”
“But a sneeze is like a tickle in the nose and a cough is a tickle in a throat.”
He shook his head. “English is too complicated.”