4 (french) Werber, Bernard

This happened on a Sunday, in our thanatodrome of
Buttes-Chaumont. We allow some to our friends
use our thrones of takeoff. Mr. Lambert, the head of
our Thai restaurant favorite, we had just
asked to try one. We had no reason to
oppose it, especially since as Mr. Lambert was
somehow the leader of our canteen personal, we
wanted to keep the best relationship with him.
He sat down. We Reglami our devices. He counted “six,
five, four, three, two, one-off “and urged the pear in the
rules.
Nothing unusual so far. The weird happened to Back When
Mr. Lambert opened his eyes, I felt to find myself in front of
another Jean Bresson. He was febrile, nervous, even his
face looked more like the Our placid Thai restaurant. We
had before us a man to stare hard. Another man. “Maybe! a
Mr. Hyde would have always hidden until the Dr. Jekyll-
Lambert?
- You feel good, Mr. Lambert? I asked. - Oooh oror! To go