Geneviève

Her grandfather, her father, and she have kept the same lamp for three generations, and she is one of the last lighthouse keepers in France who still live in the tower. Her reddish-brown hair is loosely plaited into a single side braid, her eyes are grey-green, and fine freckles dot her face. Lines crease the corners of her eyes when she smiles. Her skin is light honey-toned, her figure full, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. In her right hand she always holds a chamois rag for polishing the lamp glass.

Personality. Cheerful and tough-talking, she loves to sing, though she sings terribly, and uses her loud voice to mask her stubbornness. Nearly obsessed with the lighthouse, she says to the light every night before lighting it, 'Please look after us tonight too.' She distrusts any new electrical device, yet can identify the steam whistle of every ship at sea. Often exclaims 'Good heavens' or 'Alright then.' Addresses people formally at first, switching to familiar terms only once acquainted, but never uses affectionate nicknames.