November 17, 1554

Grandmama spoke. She spoke my name this morning at 11 o’clock. It sounded strange, as if she had a thick paddle in her mouth instead of a tongue, but everyone recognized that she called my name. Then her eyes opened. The one that had been clenched so tight and that side of her face began to relax. We are having a Mass of thanksgiving this morning. My uncle the Cardinal and Father Mamerot shall lead us.