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Page 1 https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 1 of 90 ~1~ Page 2 Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt Oscar and the pink lady https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 2 of 90 ~2~ Page 3 Dear God , My name is Oscar, I'm ten years old, I screwed up the fire to the cat, to the dog, to the house (I even believe that I grilled the goldfish) and this is the first letter I am sending you because so far because of my studies, I had no time. I warn you right away: I hate to write. I really have to be. Because write it's garland, pompom, risette, ribbon, et cetera. Writing is nothing but a lie that embellishes. Something for adults. The proof? Here, take the beginning of my letter: "My name is Oscar, I'm ten years old, I screwed up the fire to the cat, to the dog, to the house (I even believe that I grilled the goldfish) and this is the first https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 3 of 90 letter of myIstudies, am sending I hadyou because no time ", I so far because could have as well put: "They call me Egg Skull, I look like I am seven years old, I live in the hospital because of my cancer and I never sent you the ~3~ Page 4 speak because I don't even believe that you exist. " Only if I write this, it doesn't give a damn, you're going less interest me. Now I need you you care. It would even suit me if you had time to do me two or three services. I explain to you. The hospital is a super-cool place, with full of cheerful adults talking loud, with lots of toys and pink ladies who want to have fun with children, with friends always available like Bacon, Einstein or Pop Corn, in short, the hospital is the foot if you are a sick person who gives pleasure. Me, I no longer please. Since my transplant bone marrow, I feel like I'm not doing anymore pleasure. When Doctor Diisseldorf examines me, https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 4 of 90 in the morning, the heart is no longer there, I disappoint it. He is look without saying anything as if i had made a mistake. However, I applied myself the operation; I was wise, I left myself fall asleep, it hurt without screaming, I took all drugs. Some days I want him yell at her, tell her that maybe it's him, ~4~ Page 5 Doctor Diisseldorf, with his black eyebrows, who missed the operation. But he looks so much unhappy that the insults remain in my throat. The more Doctor Düsseldorf is silent with his sorry eye, the more guilty i feel. I understood that I became a bad patient, a sick that prevents us from believing that medicine, it's great. The thought of a doctor is contagious. Now the whole floor, the nurses, the interns and housekeepers, look at me the same. They look sad when I'm good mood; they force themselves to laugh when I go out joke. True, we laugh more like before. Only Mamie-Rose has not changed. AT I think she’s too old anyway switch. And then she is too Granny-Rose, too. https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 5 of 90 Grandma-Rose, I'm not presenting it to you, God, it's a good friend of yours, since it was she who gave me said to write to you. The problem is that there is only me who calls her Granny-Rose. So you have to make an effort to see who I am talking about: among the ladies in pink blouses who come from outdoors spending time with children sick, it's the oldest of all. ~5~ Page 6 - What's your age, Mamie-Rose? - You can remember the numbers to thirteen numbers, my little Oscar? - Oh ! You spoof ! - No. Above all, we must not know my age here otherwise I get kicked out and we don't we will see more. - Why ? - I'm here smuggled. There is an age limit to be a pink lady. And I have it largely exceeded. - Are you out of date? - Yes. - Like a yogurt? - Hush! - OKAY ! I will say nothing. https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 6 of 90 She was really brave to admit to me his secret. But she fell on the good number. I will be mute even if I find amazing, considering all the wrinkles it has, like rays of sun around the eyes, that no one suspected it. Another time i learned one of his other secrets, and with that, it's sure, God, you can identify it. ~6~ Page 7 We were walking in the park of the hospital and she market on a dung. - Shit! - Grandma-Rose, you say ugly words. - Oh, you, kid, let go of my bunch one instant, i can talk as i want. - Oh Granny-Rose! - And move your ass. We walk there, we don't not a snail race. When we sat down to suck a candy on a bench, I asked him: - How is it that you speak so badly? - Professional distortion, my dear https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 7 of 90 Oscar. In my job, I was fucked up if my vocabulary was too delicate. - And what was your job? - You will not believe me... - I swear I will believe you. - Wrestler. - I do not believe you ! - Wrestler! I was nicknamed the Strangler of Languedoc. ~7~ Page 8 Since then, when I got a gloom and she sure no one can hear us, Mamie-Rose tells me about her big tournaments: the Strangler of Languedoc against Limousin charcutière, its struggle for twenty years old against Diabolica Sinclair, a Dutchwoman who had shells instead of breasts, and especially his world cup against Ulla-Ulla, known as the Buchenwald dog, who had never been battered, even by Cuisses d'Acier, the great model of Granny-Rose when she was wrestler. Me, it makes me dream of his fights, because i imagine my girlfriend like now in the ring, a little old woman pink shaky blouse in the process of cum https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 8 of 90 the feelogress like it'smash me. Iinbecome a swimsuit. I have the most strong. I take revenge. Okay, if with all these clues, Mamie-Rose or the Strangler of Languedoc, you don't spot who is Mamie-Rose, God, then we must stop to be God and retire. I think that have i been clear? I return to my business. ~8~ Page 9 In short, my transplant disappointed a lot here. My chemo also disappointed but it was less serious because that we had hope for a transplant. Now I have the impression that doctors no longer know what propose, even that it is pitiful. The doctor Diisseldorf, which mom finds so beautiful though I find him a little strong of the eyebrows, he has the sorry mine of a Santa Claus who would have no more gifts in his hood. The atmosphere is deteriorating. I told my buddy Bacon. In fact his name is not Bacon, but Yves, but we called him Bacon because that suits him much better, since he's a great burned. https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 9 of 90 Bacon, I feel like the doctors don't love me more, I depress them. - You speak, Egg Skull! Doctors are indestructible. They always have lots of ideas of operations to do to you. I calculated that they promised me at least six. - Maybe you inspire them. - Must believe. ~9~ Page 10 - But why don't they tell me everything just that I'm going to die? There, Bacon, he did like everyone else the hospital: he became deaf. If you say "die" in a hospital, nobody hears. You can be sure there will be an air hole and that we will talk about something else. I did the test with everyone world. Except with Mamie-Rose. So this morning, I wanted to see if she, too, she became hard on the sheet at that time. - Grandma-Rose, I have the impression that nobody don't tell me I'm going to die. https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 10 of 90 She's looking at me. Will she react like others ? Please, the Strangler of the Languedoc, resist and keep your ears! - Why do you want to be told if you do know, Oscar! Phew, she heard. - I have the impression, Mamie-Rose, that we invented another hospital than the one that exists really. We pretend we don't come to ~ 10 ~ Page 11 the hospital only to heal. While we are there also comes to die. - You're right, Oscar. And I think we're doing the same mistake for life. We forget that life is fragile, brittle, ephemeral. We let's all pretend to be immortal. - She's a failure, my operation, Mamie-Rose? Mamie-Rose did not respond. It was his way it's up to her to say yes. When she was sure that I understood, she approached me asked in a pleading tone: https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 11 of 90 - I didn't tell you, of course. You swear to me? - Juror. We were silent for a while, just to be good stir up all these new thoughts. - If you wrote to God, Oscar? - Ah no, not you, Mamie-Rose! - What, not me? - Not you ! I thought you weren't liar. - But I'm not lying to you. ~ 11 ~ Page 12 - So why are you talking to me about God? We already hit me with Santa Claus. Once enough! - Oscar, there is no connection between God and the Santa Claus. - Yes. Same. Skull stuffing and company! - Do you imagine that I, a former wrestler, one hundred and sixty tournaments earned on one hundred and sixty-five, of which forty-three by K.-0., the Strangler of Languedoc, I can believe for a second in Santa Claus ? https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 12 of 90 - No. - Well I don't believe in Santa Claus but I believe in God. Here. Obviously, said like that, it changed all. - And why should I write to God? - You would feel less alone. - Less alone with someone who doesn't exist? - Make it exist. She leaned toward me. ~ 12 ~ Page 13 - Whenever you believe in him, he will exist a bit more. If you persist, there will be completely. So it will do you good. - What can I write to her? - Give him your thoughts. Thoughts you don't don't say, these are thoughts that weigh, become encrusted, which weigh you down, which immobilize you, who take the place of new ideas that rot you. You go become a discharge to old thoughts which stink if you don't speak. https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 13 of 90 - OKAY - And then, to God, you can ask him for a thing a day. Warning ! Only one. - It sucks, your God, Mamie-Rose. Aladdin, he was entitled to three wishes with the genius of the lamp. - One wish a day is better than three in a life, right? - OK So can I order everything from him? Toys, candy, a car ... - No, Oscar. God is not Santa Claus. You can only ask for things from the mind. - Example? ~ 13 ~ Page 14 - Example: courage, patience, clarification. - Ok I see. - And you can also, Oscar, suggest some favors for others. - One wish a day, Mamie-Rose, don't messing around, I'll keep it first for me! Here. So God, on the occasion of this first https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 14 of 90 letter, I showed I was here, at theyou a little where hospital, bit about the kind people of life that are looking at me now as an obstacle to medicine, and I would like to ask you for a clarification: what will I cure? You answer yes or no. It's not very complicated. Yes or no. You bar the unnecessary mention. See you tomorrow, kisses, Oscar. PS I don't have your address: how do I do it? ~ 14 ~ Page 15 https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 15 of 90 ~ 15 ~ Page 16 Dear God , Well done! You are really strong. Before I even have posted the letter, you give me the answer. How are you doing ? This morning I was playing chess with Einstein in https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 16 of 90 the recreation room when Pop Corn came Notify me : Your parents are here. My parents ? It's not possible. They don't come than Sunday. I saw the car, a red Jeep with the tarp white. It's not possible. I shrugged and kept playing with Einstein. But as I was concerned, Einstein stole all my pieces from me, and it got me even more pissed off. If we call him Einstein, it's not because he is smarter than the others but because he has the head which makes double of ~ 16 ~ Page 17 volume. It is said to be water inside. It's a shame, it would have been brains, it could have done great things, Einstein. When I saw that I was going to lose, I left drop the game and I followed Pop Corn whose bedroom overlooks the parking lot. He was right : my parents had arrived. https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 17 of 90 You have to tell yourself, God, that we live far away, my parents and me. I didn't realize it when I lived there but now that I didn't live more, I think it's really far. Of suddenly my parents can't come see me only once a week on Sunday, because on Sunday they don't work, neither do I more. - You see I was right, said Pop Corn. How much you give me for having you warned? - I have hazelnut chocolates. - Do you have more Tagada strawberries? - No. - OK for chocolates. ~ 17 ~ Page 18 Obviously, we have no right to give to eat at Pop Corn since he is there to lose weight. Ninety-eight kilograms at nine, for a ten meters high by ten meters wide! The only garment in which it fits entirely, it's an american polo sweatshirt. And even, the stripes are seasick. Frankly, https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 18 of 90 like none of my friends or me we believe that he can never stop being fat and that he makes us feel so sorry he's hungry, we give him always our leftovers. It's tiny, chocolate, compared to such a fat mass! If we have wrong, while the nurses also stop, to stuff him with suppositories. I went back to my room to wait my parents. At first, I did not see the minutes because I was breathless and then I have realized that they had had fifteen times the time to get to me. Suddenly, I guessed where they were. I am slipped into the hallway; when no one saw, I went down the stairs, then I walked in the dark until the doctor's office Dusseldorf. ~ 18 ~ Page 19 Won! They were there. The voices came to me from behind the door. As I was exhausted by the descent, I took a few seconds to put my heart back in place and that's where everything went haywire. I heard what I shouldn't have hear. My mother was sobbing, the doctor https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 19 of 90 Dùsseldorf repeated: "We have tried everything, believe that we have tried everything "and my father replied in a strangled voice: "I am sure, doctor, I'm sure. " I stayed with my ear glued to the iron door. I no longer knew who was the coldest, metal or me. Then Doctor Dùsseldorf said: Do you want to kiss her? I will never have the courage, said my mother. - He must not see us in this state, a added my father. And that's when I understood that my parents were two cowards. Worse: two cowards who me took for a coward! ~ 19 ~ Page 20 As there were noises from chairs in the office I guessed they were going out and I opened the first door that came up. That's how I ended up in the https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 20 of 90 broom closet where I spent the rest of the morning because, maybe you don't know, God, but the broom cupboards open from the outside, not the inside, as if we had afraid that, at night, brooms, buckets and they mop up! Anyway, it didn't bother me to be locked in the dark because I no longer had want to see no one and because my legs and my arms didn't respond so much afterwards the shock it had caused me, to hear what I had heard. Around noon, I felt that it was moving around a lot the floor above. I listened to the steps, the cavalcades. Then we started shouting my name all over : - Oscar! Oscar! ~ 20 ~ Page 21 It felt good to hear myself call and not to answer. I wanted to annoy the Whole Earth. https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 21 of 90 Then I think I slept a little, then I perceived Madame N'da's trailing galoshes, the service woman. She opened the door and there, we got really scared, we screamed very loud, her because she didn't expect to find me there, me because i didn't remember she was also black. Or that she was screaming so loud. After that, it was quite a fray. They are all Venus, Doctor Dûsseldorf, the head nurse, the nurses on duty, the other women of household. When I thought they were going yell at me, they all felt snotty and I since it was necessary to quickly take advantage of the situation. I want to see Granny-Rose. But where have you been, Oscar? How do you do you feel I want to see Granny-Rose. ~ 21 ~ Page 22 - How did you end up in this closet? Did you follow someone? You heard Something ? https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 22 of 90 - I want to see Granny-Rose - Take a glass of water. - No. I want to see Granny-Rose. - Take a bite of ... - No. I want to see Granny-Rose. Granite. A cliff. A concrete slab. Nothing to do. I didn't even listen to what was said to me anymore said. I wanted to see Granny-Rose. Doctor Dûsseldorf looked very upset compared to colleagues to have no authority over me. He ended up cracking. - Let’s go get that lady! There I agreed to rest and I slept a little in my room. When I woke up, Mamie-Rose was there. She was smiling. - Well done, Oscar, you got it right. You them have a damn slap. But the result, is that they envy me now. ~ 22 ~ Page 23 - We do not care. - They're good people, Oscar. Very https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 23 of 90 good people. - I do not care. - What's wrong ? - Doctor Dùsseldorf told my parents that I was going to die and they fled. I hate them. I told her everything in the detail, like yours, God. - Mmm, said Mamie-Rose, that reminds me my tournament in Béthune against Sarah Youp La Boum, the wrestler with a well-oiled body, the ring eel, an acrobat who beating almost naked and spinning you between hands when you were trying to make him a outlet. She only fought at Bethune where she won every year the cup of Bethune. Now I wanted it, the cup of Bethune! - What did you do, Mamie-Rose? - Friends of mine threw flour at him when she entered the ring. Oil more flour, that made a pretty breadcrumbs. In three crosses and two movements I have it sent to the carpet, the Sarah Youp La Boum. ~ 23 ~ Page 24 After me, we no longer called it the eel https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 24 of 90 rings but breaded cod. You will excuse me, Mamie-Rose, but I don't see really the report. I see it very well. There is always a solution, Oscar, there's always a bag of flour somewhere. You should write to God. He is stronger than me. - Even for wrestling? - Yes. Even for wrestling, God touches his ball. Try, my little Oscar. What hurts you the most? - I hate my parents. - So hate them very hard. - Are you telling me that, Mamie-Rose? - Yes. Hate them very hard. It will make you a bone to gnaw. When you're done, your bone, you will see that it was not worth it. tell all this to God and in your letter ask him to pay you a visit. - He is moving ? - In his way. Not often. Rarely even. - Why ? Is he sick too? ~ 24 ~ Page 25 https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 25 of 90 There, I understood at Mamie-Rose's sigh that she wouldn't admit to me that you too, God, are you in poor condition. - Your parents never told you about God, Oscar? - Drop. My parents, they are idiots. - Of course. But did they never talked about God? - Yes. Just once. To say that there not believe. They just believe in the Father Christmas. - Are they so stupid, my little Oscar? - Can't imagine! The day I came back from school telling them he had to stop messing around, that I knew, like all my friends, that Santa Claus did not exist, they seemed to fall of a cloud. As I was rather angry to have been passed for a moron in the court of recess they swore to me that they hadn't never wanted to deceive me and they had believed them, sincerely, that Santa Claus existed, and they were very disappointed, but then there, very disappointed to learn that this ~ 25 ~ Page 26 https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 26 of 90 was not true! Two real freaks, I say, Granny-Rose! - So they don't believe in God? - No. - And it didn't intrigue you? - If I'm interested in what the idiots think, I will run out of time for what think smart people. - You are right. But the fact that your parents who, according to you, are idiots ... - Yes. Real idiots, Mamie-Rose! - So if your parents are wrong do not believe, for what you, precisely, do not believe it and ask him a visit? - Okay. But you didn't tell me it's bedridden? - No. He has a very special way of rendering visit. He visits you in thought. In your mind. I liked that. I found it very strong. Mamie- Rose added: - You'll see: his visits make a lot of good. ~ 26 ~ https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 27 of 90 Page 27 - OK, I'll talk to him about it. Finally, for now, the visits that do me the most good, this are yours. Granny-Rose smiled and, almost shyly, leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. She didn't dare go all the way. She was begging eye permission. - Go for it. Kiss Me. I will not tell other. I don't want to break your reputation former wrestler. His lips landed on my cheek and it got me made me happy, it made me warm, with tingling, it smelled of powder and soap. - When will you come back ? - I am only allowed to come twice a week. - It's not possible, that, Mamie-Rose! I go not wait three days! - It's the rules. - Who makes the payment? - Doctor Dùsseldorf. ~ 27 ~ https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 28 of 90 Page 28 - Doctor Dûsseldorf, at the moment, he's in his pants when he sees me. Go to him ask permission, Granny-Rose. I not kidding. She looked at me hesitantly. - I am not kidding. If you don't come to me see every day, I don't write to God. - I'm going to try. Granny-Rose went out and I started cry. I hadn't realized before how much I needed help. I had not surrendered account before how much I was really sick. At the idea of ​no longer seeing Mamie-Rose, I understood all that and lo and behold tears that burned my cheeks. Fortunately, I had a little time to put back before she comes home. - It's arranged: I have permission. during twelve days i can come see you every days. - Me and just me? ~ 28 ~ https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 29 of 90 Page 29 - You and only you, Oscar. Twelve days. There, I don't know what took me, the tears are came back and shook me. Yet I know that boys shouldn't cry, especially me, with my egg skull, which looks like neither boy or girl but rather a Martian. Nothing to do. I couldn't stop. - Twelve days? It’s so bad, Granny- Pink ? It also tickled her to cry. She hesitated. The former wrestler prevented the old girl to let go. It was pretty to see and it distracted me a little. - What day is it, Oscar? - That idea ! You don't see my calendar ? It is December 19. - In my country, Oscar, there is a legend who claims that during the last twelve New Years, we can guess the weather will do in the twelve months of the coming year. Just look at each day to have, in miniature, the table of the month. The ~ 29 ~ https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 30 of 90 Page 30 December 19 represents the month of January, December 20, February, etc., until December 31 which foreshadows the month next December. - It is true ? - It's a legend. The legend of the twelve divinatory days. I would like us to play it, you and me. Finally especially you. From of today you will observe every day in telling you that this day counts for ten years. - Ten years ? - Yes. One day: ten years. - So in twelve days, I'll have a hundred and thirty years ! - Yes. You realize ? Granny-Rose kissed me - she got a taste for it, I sense - then she left. So there it is, God: this morning I was born, and I don't I didn't realize it; it has become lighter around noon, when I was five, I gained consciousness but it was not for learn good news; tonight i have ten years and this is the age of reason. I take this opportunity for you ask one thing: when you have something https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 31 of 90 ~ 30 ~ Page 31 to announce myself as at noon, for my five years, make it less brutal. Thank you. See you tomorrow, kisses, Oscar. PS I have something to ask you. I know that I have only one wish but my very best wish the hour, it was hardly a wish, rather an advice. I would agree to a little visit. A visit in spirit. I find it very strong. I would although you make me one. I am openable from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m. The rest of the time, i sleep. Even sometimes in the day, I bite little snoozes because treatments. But if you find me like this, don't hesitate to wake me up. It would be stupid to miss a minute, right? https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 32 of 90 ~ 31 ~ Page 32 Dear God , Today, I lived my adolescence and it didn't not slipped alone. What a story! I had lots trouble with my friends, with my parents and all because of the girls. Tonight i'm not unhappy to be twenty years old because I tell myself that, whew, the worst is behind me. Puberty, thank you ! Once but not twice! First, God, let me tell you that you did not come. I have slept very little today because of the problems puberty that I had, so I shouldn't have miss. And then, I repeat to you, if I snooze, shakes me. When I woke up, Mamie-Rose was already there. During the breakfast she told me about her fights against Téton Royal, a Belgian wrestler, who gobbled up three kilos of raw meat a day that she was watering with a barrel of beer; he seems to be the strongest, Nipple Royal was breath, because of fermentation https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 33 of 90 meat-beer, andthe opponents on that justTo mat. that, it sent defeat her,itsGranny- ~ 32 ~ Page 33 Rose had to improvise a new tactic: put on a hood, impregnate it with lavender and call the Bourrelle de Carpentras. The catch, she always says, it also requires muscles in the brain. - Who do you like, Oscar? - Right here ? To the hospital ? - Yes. - Bacon, Einstein, Pop Corn. - And among the girls? - It blocked me, that question. I did not have want to answer. But Granny-Rose was waiting and, in front of a class wrestler international, we can't make the horn too long. - Peggy Blue. Peggy Blue is the blue child. She lives the penultimate room at the end of the corridor. She smiles kindly but she almost doesn't speak. It looks like a fairy who rests for a while hospital. She has a complicated illness, blue disease, a blood problem that should https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 34 of 90 go to the lungs and who doesn't go there and who suddenly makes the whole skin bluish. She is waiting for a ~ 33 ~ Page 34 operation that will make it pink. Me, I think that it's a shame, I find it very beautiful in blue, Peggy Blue. There is lots of light and silence around her, one has the impression of entering a chapel when you approach. - Did you tell him? - I'm not going to stand in front of her for tell him "Peggy Blue, I like you. " - Yes. Why don't you do it? - I don't even know if she knows I exist. - One more reason. - Did you see my head? should that she appreciates extraterrestrials, and that, I'm not sure. - I find you very beautiful, Oscar. There, she slowed down the conversation a little, Granny- Pink. It's nice to hear this kind of thing, it makes the hair shiver, but we know more very well what to answer. - I don't want to seduce that with my body, https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 35 of 90 Grandma Rose. - How do you feel about her? ~ 34 ~ Page 35 - I want to protect her from ghosts. - What? There are ghosts here! - Yes. Every night. They wake us up don't know why. It hurts because they pinch. We are afraid because we don't see them not. We have trouble falling back to sleep. - Do you often have ghosts? - No. Sleep is what I get deeper. But Peggy Blue, I hear it sometimes scream at night. I would love the protect. - Go tell him. - Anyway, I couldn't do it really because at night we don't have the right to leave his room. It's the regulation. - do ghosts know the regulation? No. Surely not. Be cunning: if they hear you announce to Peggy Blue that you will stand guard to protect her from them, they will not dare come tonight. https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 36 of 90 - Yeah ... yeah ... - How old are you, Oscar? - I do not know. What time is it ? ~ 35 ~ Page 36 - Ten o'clock. You are about fifteen. Born don't you think it's time to have the courage of your feelings? At half past ten, I made up my mind and I walked to the door of his room which was opened. - Hi, Peggy, this is Oscar. She was lying on her bed, it looked like Blanche- Snow when it waits for the prince, when these dwarf bunnies believe she is dead, Snow White like the snow photos where the snow is blue, not white. She turned to me and there I asked if she was going to take me for the prince or one of the dwarfs. I would have checked "dwarf" at because of my egg skull but she said nothing, and that's good, with Peggy Blue, it's that she never says anything and that everything stays mysterious. https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 37 of 90 - I came to tell you that, tonight, and all the following evenings, if you don't mind, I stand guard outside your room to protect you from ghosts. ~ 36 ~ Page 37 That's when a hand tapped me in the back. A misfortune never happens alone: ​my parents. It was Sunday and I forgot! - Are you introducing your friend, Oscar? - She's not my friend. - You present it anyway? - Sandrine. My parents. Sandrine. - I'm glad to know you, said the Chinese taking on sweet tunes. I would have strangled her. - Do you want Sandrine to come with us in your bedroom ? - No. Sandrine stays here. Back in my bed, I realized that I was tired and I slept a little. Any way, I didn't want to talk to them. When I woke up, obviously they https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 38 of 90 had brought me gifts. Since I am permanently in the hospital, my parents have struggling with conversation; so they bring me gifts and we spend after- rotten noon to read the rules of the game and the modes Job. My father, he is fearless with ~ 37 ~ Page 38 notices: even when in Turkish or Japanese, he is not discouraged, he clings to the diagram. He is world champion on Sunday wasted afternoon. Today he brought me a disc player. There, I could not criticize even if I wanted to. - You didn't come yesterday? - Yesterday? Why do you want ? We can not than Sunday. What makes you say that? - Someone saw your car in the car park. - There is not just one red Jeep in the world. Cars are interchangeable. - Yeah. It's not like parents. Pity. There, I had nailed them on the spot. So i took https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 39 of 90 the music device and I listened twice to the Nutcracker record, without stopping, in front them. Two hours without them being able to say a word. Serves them right. - Do you like it? - Yeah. I feel sleepy. ~ 38 ~ Page 39 They understood that they had to leave. They were bad like everything. They couldn't decide. I felt they wanted to tell me things and that they couldn't. It was good to see them suffer, in turn. Then my mother rushed against me, told me tight very strong, too strong, and said in one voice shaken: - I love you, my little Oscar, I love you so much. I wanted to resist but at the last moment I let her do it, it reminded me of the time before, the time for big simple hugs, the time when she didn't have an anguished tone for tell me she loved me. After that, I had to fall asleep a little. https://translate.googleusercontent.com/translate_f 2019-12-15, 10<01 PM Page 40 of 90