The Hockey Sweater And Other Stories (1979) - Plot & Excerpts
I liked Louis Grands-pieds’ stories. He would never tell any more. That day, we were taking him to the graveyard. My friend Lapin, carrying the censer, and I the holy water, very dignified in our black soutanes and starched lace surplices, were leading the cortège to the site the sacristan had shown us. For years Louis Grands-pieds had been suffering from an incurable disease. He rarely got up before noon. All day he would drag behind him the weight of his bed. No one dared reproach him for his laziness; a man’s entitled to be sad and stooped and tired. But when the hunting season came! Then Louis would get up long before the sun, he would dress in wool and jump in his car which had wings as it sped through the sleeping villages along a gravel road all curves and humps and bumps. In the dark, when the yellowed grass began to be visible – very pale because of fog and the grey light – Louis got out of his car, walked around to the other side and opened the door as though for a lady.
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