Addressed to Patrice Tardieu on a small piece of cardboard:
« My Pat,
All my life, all my strength, all my courage is you. You have taught me what is the strongest in oneself. You give me the « not-forgotten », you give me « the beyond » and the regret not to have given you more. It’s you who gave me « life ».
I give you the intangible, the non-visible, the feeling without words, the silent access of great worth, the « near » so profound and all my tenderness.
Your mum".
Patrice Tardieu, in answer to a letter he has received after the death of Maud: No, I don’t have « the happiness to read the writings » of my mother, because I can’t read them, my eyes blur themselves so much with tears; what she writes moves me. I blame myself not to have enough returned her love-tenderness.
..............................................................................Maud’s trunk (6)