4 (french) Werber, Bernard

hide it from your mother! - Because … - I guess that is,
jubilant Conrad. The friend Michael is the nurse! The
beautiful little blonde chick eyed Marine who was with you
on the set of the Palace Congress! Hat, bro, it looks like
Grace Kelly but better. It’s funny, though. By the way it threw
herself into the arms of your guinea pig, I would have
thought she was in love! As usual, my damn brother had put
his finger on my most egregious weakness and he took
pleasure in driving the knife in the wound. My mother
stopped him:
- A nurse? Why not? Don’t worry. Job When you marry her?
I’d be really happy see you married. You really need to put a
woman order in your life. Looks like you’re bundle! You’ll
catch a cold if you do not cover enough. In addition, you
probably eat all the time at the restaurant. Restaurants, they
save as much as possible about customers, they serve only
the remains and product category. I hope you never eat
meat? - I know, Mom, I know, I admitted in an effort to
contain the avalanche. - So much the better. Your nurse will
teach you to feed and clothe you. Listen to me, at least.
Begins not to play the proud pretext that saw you on TV! -
No, Mom, I said. - No, what? - No, I do not play the proud. -
Ah, I warn you, you will not begin to snub because you have
become an international star! None of that with us, huh?
Rather surrendering that entering an empty discussion!
Conrad sneered, mocking face that it took for the bid.
Leafing through the books placed on my coffee table, it
exclaimed: