“Mireille?” “Yes! Yes! Little Mireille Sidoine—Marcelle’s daughter! She was raised by René Char. She must be ninety years old by now. I know because I read her memoirs not long ago. And . . . and she mentioned that she still lived in Céreste! She knew Myriam, and she knew my mother. No doubt about it. She was a cousin of Yves’s.”
