Le jour des corneilles Page #4

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Say?

What happened to your mother?

She can not speak, she's in the outer-world.

Yes, of course.

Your father never said anything to you?

My father? Oh, no.

When he talks about it, he gets all pale.

And he corrects me maximally.

Huh? But why?

I do not know, it's how it is.

It would be nice if she could speak.

If she could answer me like you.

What do you mean, to answer you?

We could talk together, as I talk to you.

You can not talk to her because she's dead.

You don't talk to them,

to those of the outer-world?

What's wrong?

Wait, those of the outer-world?

You're talking to ghosts?

Well, yes.

But you can see them as...

As you can see me here, right now?

And your mother too, you see her for real?

- Well yes, for real.

How else do you want me to see her?

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't think that ghosts existed.

They know that you exist.

That's why they sent me here.

Oh!

You're in luck.

I'd like to see them.

Would you take me?

Oh, yes.

I also would like them to see you.

If your father wasn't injured,

perhaps we would never have met.

Oh, what am I doing here?

Ah, flayers, scavengers!

Let me go!

Untie me!

Slapped faces, intimidators!

Dung faces!

Plaster leeches!

Leeches!

Plaster leeches.

Oh?

Good morning, sir.

What is it?

It's Manon!

You're up in my back as they torture me?

What is she doing here?

Oh!

- I...

- Silence!

Get out of here. Disappear

or I'll swallow you starting with the toes.

Dad!

Dad!

Well, look at what you're doing.

Upstairs, in the room...

Let me go.

Nobody is holding you back.

Look at the condition

of your leg for yourself.

When you're on foot,

where may go wherever you see fit.

In the meantime, please keep quiet.

No need for your tinkering.

If your son didn't bring you here

you'd probably be dead.

Relax, buddy. Try to enjoy it.

This is not too bad.

Stop eyeballing me like that!

Father?

Are you okay?

Do not worry.

Come, you must run away.

I know where you can hide.

He won't find you and will and go away.

But I will not leave father.

What, father?

You saw what he did to you?

He almost strangled you. Come!

Can't you see, he's an ogre, a real one.

The old Ronce was right.

- And his love?

- What?

You said she was wrong.

That all fathers love their children.

I said that because I did not know.

He's not the same.

If he had love, he wouldn't be like that.

I assure you.

- What's the matter with you,

drooling all over me like a slug?

Don't even think about moving from here.

Just try it and I will tie you by the hair,

even while being plastered as I am.

Do you understand?

- Manon, do not stay like that.

What's the point?

Don't you want to go outside?

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