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Sunday, January 6, 1980. Me and Albert Camus.
Sunday, January 6, 1980. Me and Albert Camus.
It was the last time I saw my mother. She died a few days later. I
don’t know the exact day. She died unexpectedly in her sleep. I
suppose it could have been Tuesday night or Wednesday
morning. I always think of the opening line of Albert Camus’
novel, The Stranger, which I read in Mrs. Miller’s tenth grade
French class. Aujourd’hui maman est mort. Ou peut-être hier. Je ne sais
pas. “Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday. I don’t know.”