She was two years old when they took her for safekeeping; now she’s five and speaks perfect French with a Parisian accent. They’ve come to the Lutetia because they heard her mother’s name read out on the daily radio broadcast. But the little girl doesn’t recognize her maman in the thin, bald figure reaching out for her. Seized with sudden panic, she begins to cry, and then scream at the nightmarish sight of this woman she wants nothing to do with, clinging tightly to the legs of the lady who is not her mother.
