Then, looking up at Dominique, she asked, ‘Who’s
that?’ She didn’t recognise him. At the time, I thought it was because his hair had gone white, or because she was so old. But now that I know what was going on in his head that year, how he had become my tormentor, I wonder whether my aunt, who had protected me during the worst time of my life, had had the clairvoyance of those who are about to leave this world. They see the true nature of things. If she hadn’t recognised the man I had married, perhaps it was because he was not the man standing at my side that afternoon.