“He came back every evening. He lived in a cottage down the road with three other men, all from Senegal, who all were gardeners like him. It was fun to have a relationship with somebody that I couldn’t talk to. We had to get to know each other almost completely by touching and expressions. He couldn’t read French, didn’t speak it as well as I did, as a matter of fact. I could have been from Mars as far as he was concerned, just as I had no idea at all about anything to do with him. But we would just be together."