Review: Her husband of three years is sinking into dementia. His wife is filled with fear at the signs of it. She tries to identify with his condition. She loves him very much, but he is moving farther and farther away from her and reality.
“But the anguish did not leave her: a year; a winter; a springtime; a summer, the beginning of another autumn. One day his features would grow confused, his jaw would hang loose, he would half open his weeping eyes. Eve bent over
’s hand and pressed her lips against it. I’ll kill you before that.” Pierre
Great French Short Stories. Germaine Brée.
: Dell Publishing Co., Inc. 1960. New York