Claire Lefèvre (Saint Mystère, France; Tribute to Ralph Eugene Meatyard).
At the edge of Saint-Mystère, just beyond the walnut tree, stands the old Lefèvre house. It's a quiet place—like most things in the village—but not abandoned. If you pass by in the early hours or just before dusk, you might catch a glimpse of Claire Lefèvre moving through the garden, hanging linen, or bringing in firewood. Always busy. Always silent.
She lives there with her father, though few have seen him in recent years. Some say he no longer leaves the upstairs room. Others believe he simply prefers not to be seen. Claire never explains, and no one asks.
People remember her as a child—bright-eyed, quick to smile. Now she moves with purpose, never hurried, never still for long. She tends the house like it matters. As if keeping things in order might hold something in place.
We know very little about her.
But in Saint-Mystère, that is not unusual.