- [first lines]
- Récitant: [voice over narration] Jouve's sister was unbearably beautiful. She always rode wither skirts flying. Bernadette led us to discover many of our darkly hidden dreams. She awoke in us the springs of luminous sensuality.
- [last lines]
- Récitant: [voice over narration] But one autumn day in October Bernadette Jouve passed us, not seeing us. Later I recalled the event more with pity than shame, but I have a bitter memory of her gone from our childhood skies, the way she'd disappear around a corner with her skirts flying.
- Récitant: [voice over] When swimming, she'd leave her bike and we'd hang around it.
- [adolescent boy sniffs Bernadette's bicycle seat]