4 (french) Werber, Bernard

down. My father waited Conrad
has responded to separate us. However, not long enough
to give me time to take my revenge.
- Calm down, the kids, or else it is I who will take charge
distributing slaps. Conrad is right. It is misfortune to hang
out in cemeteries. In a cavernous cough, spit it in the form
liquid smoke from his cigar before adding:
- There are places to discuss. Cafes, gardens, sports
clubs. Cemeteries are for dead, not for the living. - But, Dad
… - Michael, you bother me in the end. Cease to do evil
otherwise I will not miss it. I was entitled to a new pair of
slaps and I began whining immediately to avoid another.
- You see that you know when you want to cry, noticed my
father, sardonic. Conrad was radiant. My mother ordered
me to earn my bedroom. Thus I began to learn how to work
the world. We must mourn the dead. We must obey his
parents. It should support Conrad. Do not make the
malignant. Do not hang around in cemeteries. We must
choose his friends among the socalled normal people.
Suicide is a inherited disease and possibly contagious.
In the darkness of my room, with, again in my mouth, the
salty taste of my tears of pain I felt suddenly very alone. That
night, a slap on yet printed my burning cheek, I regretted