Michel Peneud is going to die. As you, as me, and as her mother, except that in his mother's case, she got the news from her doctor. That got her resolute to live. And for Michel Peneud's mother, that means feeding her cats, drinking sparkling wine as if it was champagne, and loving Michel. But for him, her love is sometimes a little bit of a burden. To the extent that he suddenly seems to develop symptoms very close to those of his mother. What if Michel too had a breast cancer?
Je me tue à le dire
Death by Death