She makes a sour face. She points to her leg. She says when Bouchard was in the hospital for his leg, she prayed for him to get better. As she says this, she clasps her hands and looks to heaven. She says Bouchard got the best care in the hospital.
Life goes on.
I went to see the Ahuntsic boys. In the north end of town, where the boulevards are wide and the houses all have yards, the boys sit in the back of the bicycle shop as they take their coffee. They talk in muted tones amid the smell of tires and the tins of oil and grease. They sift through the gist of Trudeau's life and come up with a few hard and polished truths. He was athletic.