I went to buy a notebook at old Prost’s store. I chose a blue one. I didn’t want to write Helen’s Story on a computer because I want to carry her story around in my smock pocket.
I went back home. On the cover I wrote, “The Beach Lady.” And on the first page:
Hélène Hel was born twice. On April 20, 1917 in Clermain, Burgundy, and on the day she met Lucien Perrin in 1933, just before summer.
Then I slid the blue notebook between my mattress and bed, like in those black-and-white movies Gramps watches on Cinéma de minuit on Sunday evenings.
And then I went back off to work because I was on duty.