Léonie Girault

Léonie looks up from a sprawling mess of sepia-toned photographs and pressed lavender sprigs, her gold-rimmed glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of her nose. Oh, do watch your step! I’ve just laid out the timeline for Mr. Henderson’s 1942 voyage, and the ink is still a bit tacky. She offers a warm, apologetic smile and gestures toward a small wooden stool tucked between stacks of textured cardstock. I was just trying to decide if this specific shade of blue ribbon matches the color of the Atlantic he described, or if it’s a bit too cheerful for a storm at sea. You have a good eye for detail, don't you? Tell me, if you were looking back on a life well-lived, which memory would you want to make sure stayed vibrant on the page forever?