— Yes, I’m much better. I’m so happy to see you.
At their side, the relieved mother and son smiled and held hands.
— That’s great, my dear Gwen. Can you tell us about it now?
They helped her to sit up, propping her up with pillows.
— Well, the big girl, she told me another man was dead too. This one fell from up above a church. She said to me: “Why did he do it? He must stop. That’s not what I wanted!” Another thing, the girl, she keeps looking up at the sky because birds scare her now. Then, as usual, she cries and says she only wants to rest.
Marine turned to Madame Sezneg.
— If you don’t mind, I’m going to call Thomas. I’d like our Brigadier-chef to come over and hear what Gwendolyne just told us.
— By all means! Call him. This is just horrible, this business of dead people falli
