Das seltsame Buch - Académie de Nancy-Metz

“Thanks to you, yes! It takes a lot of courage to do that, you're my savior!”
“It's nothing, boys will be boys… Don't stay here you're going to catch cold, go back home and be
careful!”
“Hum… I don't want to be rude but... Can I sleep with you tonight? It's dark and I'm afraid to go back
home alone!”
The old man seemed a little embarrassed:
“It's… It's freezing cold in my house!”
“I don't mind!”, she said.
“I... I have no bed for you!”
“I don't mind!”, she added.
“I have no…”
“I'll make do, don't bother!”
“You're tough!”
She answered with a little smile:
“You have hit the nail on the head!”
“Oh… In that case, it's a waste of time, welcome home!”
“Thanks!”
Lizzie entered the old man's home.
“Make yourself at home! ”, he said.
They were both sitting in a kind of living room and the old man started a more intimate conversation:
“What's your name?”
“My name is Lizzie Hupston, my friends call me Hermione because my passion is reading, like Hermione
in J.K. Rowling's work and I live in the 23 rd street and you? I found you a little bit… mysterious?”
“If you don't like it, you’ll just have to lump it.”
“I'm sorry…”
“There's no harm, it's my fault I dislike talking about myself...”, he said.
“Why?”
“Ha ha, you're inquisitive… Well, my name is Mr. Linden, I have travelled all around the world with Didi,
the love of my life. She loved reading, like you. And one day, on the 13 th of April 1989, Didi had an
accident. Since, I haven’t been the same…”
“Oh... I'm sorry”, she said nicely.
“You're welcome!”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You must be joking! Of course you can my sweetie, ask me!”
“Hum… What happened on the 13 th of April 1989?”
“Follow me…”
Lizzie and Mr Linden went in an immense library next to the living room.
“You see, Lizzie, it's like when Didi was still alive, it was her secret garden, nothing has moved.”
He pulled a big book on the second shelf in aisle 1B, “you see, that book is the reason why Didi is now six
feet under ...”
“I don't understand…”, said Lizzie, worried.
“Forget it... But promise me never to read that book, I'm serious, you are the only person to know
that…”
“Okay, I promise...”