4 (french) Werber, Bernard

Ravi as a gangster who has finally found the room safes,
Raoul whispered in my ear:
- Psst … This way! We pushed a glass door. And we nearly
beat a retreat before the show. The Most patients hosted
by the escort service the dying were really in bad shape.
Our right, a toothless old man, frozen speechless, stinks the
air ten feet around. Nearby, an emaciated to be indefinite
sex stared unblinkingly a brown stain on the ceiling. A
transparent snot dripping down his nose without he thinks
of the wipe. On the left, a bald woman had more than a tuft
of hair dyed blond on his forehead wrinkled. She tried to
suppress the tremor of his incessant compressing the right
hand with his left hand. Obviously. she did not succeed and
the member insulted rebel in an incomprehensible
language made by his dentures off.
Death, no offense to Raoul, this was not the gods,
goddesses, monsters, rivers full of snakes. The death was
this: people rotting slowly.
My parents were right: the death was awful. I decamped on
the spot if Raoul had not led to lady with the blond tuft.
- Sorry to bother you, ma’am. - Bb .. … oon day, she
stammered, trembling mind as the body. - We are both
students at a journalism school. We would like to interview