Over the pillow comforter was the genealogical chart of his family, part of which is called Lebris de Loudéac, which he’d apparently called for preparatorily for my arrival.
“And your name?” I ask.
“Ulysse Lebris.”
Over the pillow comforter was the genealogical chart of his family, part of which is called Lebris de Loudéac, which he’d apparently called for preparatorily for my arrival. But he’s just had a hernia operation, that’s why he’s in bed, and his doctor is concerned and telling him to do what should be done, and then leaves.
