“Come get them if you want them, my love”, she murmured, “but you’ll have to tackle me and my body. Be careful, the doctor’s told you to avoid strong emotions”. Jean could no longer offer any reply. The pain was increasing, his breath was short. “One last time...” he mumbled. All of a sudden, he had the impression his wife was leaning over him, placing her hands on his shoulders. Jean felt a kind of well-being wash over him. He reached out his arms in her direction, tried once more to stand up before crashing down heavily to the floor.