Matronly Yvonne Vasseur, 69, has had but one consuming passion in her life: her son Jacques, now 45. When he was a child, she gave him dolls to play with and kept him away from other little boys and girls. When the Nazis invaded France, she begged her son to do anything that they asked in order to stay near her, rather than be shipped off to a forced-labor camp in Germany. When he returned, a hunted, hated collaborator, to her after the war, she hid him in the empty garret above her second-story apartment in a grim, redbrick...
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