“Then I’ll come again.”
“I don’t want you to come again. You’ll never be the same. George is always the same.”
René remembered how his father had said she had done her best to keep them from ever being men.
“All right, mother. I wouldn’t like it to be a pain for you to see me.”
She smiled.
“It always is pain, René, dear, because I had to let you go.”
He drew her down to him and kissed her. She said:
“An old woman like me.”
He whispered:
“There’ll always be some music that I can never hear without thinking of you.”