Chapter 7
The Grandmother's Album
Her aunt Françoise had lived in her grandmother's house since 2016, and she had thrown nothing away either.
— The albums? They're in the attic. Do you want a coffee?
— Yes, please.
— Your mother told me you were sorting everything out. That's good. I never had the courage.
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