I’ve known Death a long time, but now Death knows me.
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The gravel crunched beneath the wheels as our minibus came to a halt in front of the house at the end of the Rue Le Goff.
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I’d met a girl from the village, Ludivine, a few days earlier, and was telling my mother about her.
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Three and a half years later, in December 1983: the last Christmas with my parents.
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(“Jules, I really can’t watch this anymore, if you fall down there you’re going to break your neck!”)
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And then came the eighth of January, a Sunday.
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The boarding school where my brother and sister and I ended up after the death of our parents was not one of those elite institutions with tennis courts, hockey fields and pottery workshops, which was
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Like me, she was eleven.
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Almost three years later, by the end of 1986, Alva and I were the best of friends.
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Liz dropped out of school and vanished from my life for years.