Georges-Michel sat in his recliner, a photo album on a mobile reading table with a little girl on his knee. The room wasn’t very big and two of the walls were nearly covered with books, there was a large window that looked out onto a well-kept garden.
The little girl, Babette, with her long light brown braided hair and smiling intelligent eyes, was around 6 years old. The elderly gentleman, her great-grandfather who was closer to 80 than 70, had pure white hair and an adoring smile that peeked through his white beard. Continue reading