On this day, November 19, but on 1976, Mrs. Pirod died.
I hardly ever saw Mrs. Pirod; for me she was only the wife of a salesman who had worked with my father.
The importance of the date, is that the day after, November 20, my parents went to Mrs. Pirod's funeral, and I was able to make love with my girlfriend without any trouble.
Many years later, in 1991, I talked a little with Mr. Pirod at my father's mourning. I said to him: "Oh, yes, I remember your lovely wife. She died in 1976, I recall. On November, if I'm not wrong".
He was moved.