4 (french) Werber, Bernard

A female voice elderly:
- Hello? I had another call, in my haste? - Could I speak to
Nadine? I say in a tone uncertain. The hour was late. I
perceived a hesitation at the end of File It was to be his
mother.
Please. I pleaded. - I will seek, consented, with a touch of
mistrust, husky voice. Standby Footsteps light. A delicate
hand grabs of the device. A mouth approaches the
handset.
- Hello? Who wants me? asked a soft voice and familiar for
at least three hundred years of reincarnations. No doubt.
That was it.
- Hello! Silence - It’s me, anon-I. At the other end, I
perceived a sob. A sobbing with joy. Together, in a voice
choked with tears, we began to talk. We said things
senseless. Confidences that two people who do have ever
met would never have dared to say.
With Thanatonautes, I had already known moments difficult
perilous, but never anything as moving, moving and terrible,
that this succession of sentences confident and tender. And
I knew she felt the same feeling.
- It’s been so long I expect your call, was gently Nadine. - I
know, I sighed. Another silence. - Hello? maddens me to
myself. - No, I did not hang up. I’m here. For you, I will still