I'm glad. The last I saw her, she was in the grips of siege. Not far from Batignolles there is a little district called Epinettes. It has an alley that is as crooked as a dog's leg -- first one jog, then the other -- and in the second curve was a cafe. It was boarded up during the day but it was a base for us and the woman who hid in its kitchen made the best crossiant au chocolat I think I'd ever tasted. Mostly because I think the chocolate was real but there you have it. If there is time and if it's still there in the seventy years or so which have passed, don't forget to take small delight in her when you can.