I didn’t get in touch with Madame Bujeault…for a long time…after I left. And I didn’t call to find out whether she was ok, whether she was still alive. I just today looked for an obituary and discovered that she just died in January of this year. It’s been so long. About 20 years?! She lived so long. And I didn’t see her again… Partly because I didn’t want to see her son. And perhaps ore because I didn’t think I could look her in the face with a smile after her son came on to me. I feel such guilt for useless things, for things that have nothing to do with me.