the strange case of jack spark
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Victor Dixen
The Strange Case
of Jack Spark
Season 1. Mutant Summer
Prologue and Chapter 1,
English version
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Prologue
Im running. Im out of breath. Blood is pounding
in my ears; my forehead is dripping with sweat. My
head resonates like a drum with the wild beating of
my heart.
Bom-Bom...Bom-BomBom-Bom
Walls are whizzing past on either side. Huge walls
that seem to lean towards each other as they rise.
Maybe they actually meet, up there, in the darkness
of the ceiling. And its so hot!
Bom-Bom...Bom-BomBom-Bom
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The hallway is racing ahead of me, looking like a
narrow crevice in the burning darkness. It threatens
to collapse at any moment and crush me to death.
Faster, faster!...
I want to run faster still, but my feet slip, skid and
slide on the slippery floor. Im breathing so hard my
ribs are aching. Im so hot that it feels like a fire isburning inside me. My heart is about to explode!
Bom !
Like a jack-in-the-box I spring up against my
pillow. What a terrifying nightmare! Always the same
one. It has blighted my life for fifteen years. There
hasnt been one night when I havent dreamt about
that corridor, not a single night when I havent felt
that drum in my chest, not one night without that
frantic run. Where to? Fleeing from what? I have no
clue.
Fifteen times three hundred and sixty five nights
makes, lets see Im not very good with figures!...
Over five thousand! Yes, Ive raced down that
corridor over five thousand times without ever
finding out where it starts or where it ends. All I
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know, unfortunately, is that once Im awake, I cant
go back to sleep.
I cast a feverish glance at the clock, in the shape
of a garden gnome, on my bedside table. I never
bought that eyesore in lederhosen myself, naturally!
It was given to me by Aunt Felicia, who thinks Im still
a baby and has terrible taste. Anyway, I called it
Grumpy (as in Snow White) and I hate it. I have to
say, there is nothing more stressful to me than an
alarm clock. In fact, whereas most people are afraid
to oversleep, my worst fear is to wake up too early.
Oh darn! Grumpys snarling dial shows its only 2AM. Its going to be a long wait. From the middle of
the night, morning looks as distant as the end of that
nightmarish corridor
I stretch out, I pull offthe sheet. Im drenched in
sweat, as usual. I briefly stare at the room, streaked
by a moonbeam peeping in through a crack in the
drapes. I strain my ears. At first, I hear only silence.
Then, little by little, I pick up the sounds of the
slumbering city: the sizzling of the invisible neon
lights, the purr of an engine, and, occasionally, the
muffled wailing of a horn.
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I do not hurry through this transition stage. The
one good thing about waking up five hours before
the official signal is that you can take your time tocome up to the surface
When I think that my senses are in night mode, I
get up. I tiptoe across the room: its essential not to
wake up the parents! My latest report card, the last
report card before the summer vacation, didnt go
down well last night. I admit it wasnt great. But at
least Im accepted in high school, thats the main
thing! Actually, I thought I was doomed to repeat.
With a 1.5 GPA, the case was open and shut, I
thought. I must have looked so surprised when Mrs.
Pickwick, the middle-school principal, announced
that I was promoted! A true miracle, frankly.
A true miracle. Im going to need more of those
next year in order to survive. Ninth grade is no bed ofroses, Ive been told. Frankly, I dont think I will be
able to manage. When I think of it, I could cry. But I
dont, because Im a guy after all!
Exhaustion those who can sleep cannot imagine
it.
How can I explain how it feels to drag yourself
around school all day, to concentrate so hard on
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keeping your eyes open that you forget everything
else, the teachers, their lessons and their questions?
You have to experience it yourself, the buzzing in
your head from dawn to dusk, the grindstone that
reduces your brain to mush.
You have to feel in your own flesh the tingling in
your legs when you walk from one class to the next,feeling like a bunch of leeches are sucking out your
strength in a matter of seconds and you have to lean
against the wall.
Not to mention the biting daylight that burns your
flesh, pierces your eyes, and dries up your nostrils.
Its been like this for fifteen years, maybe, but
every morning its the same ordeal, day in, day out.
You cannot, never can, get used to exhaustion.
So, naturally, I live in fear, constant fear. Every
night, Im afraid to go to bed. Im afraid to go to
sleep, and be trapped in the endless corridor. Im
afraid to wake up. Im afraid ofGrumpys cruel sneer
and of the digital figures on his obese belly. Im afraidof the grueling wait until the hated sun rises, of
endlessly counting the missed hours of sleep. Im
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afraid of facing a new day, the next one and all the
following ones. Im afraid of the future.
Im afraid of the future and Im only fifteen!
Calm down, take a deep breath, and think for a
minute.
You can grow out of insomnia, you know, thats
what Dr. Smith said. In any case, you dont need to
think of the next school year yet. The summer
vacation starts next week, doesnt it! Only five short
days before the extended annual break: two months
worth of relaxing at Grandpas house in San
Francisco. Two months when I can go to the last
show at the movies; two months when I can sleep in
past noon everyday; two months when I can have
lunch at dinner time, and dinner well after midnight;
two months of complete freedom in the company of
a wonderfully eccentric, totally off the wall Grandpa,
of sleeping during the day, and living it up at night.
Hang in there, buddy I tell Quaker as I open thecage sitting on the chest of drawers.
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Quaker is the hamster Grandpa gave me for my
fifteenth birthday. You might think Im too old to
have this kind of pet, but he is my only companyduring those long, lonely nights.
People often think I named him after the brand of
breakfast cereals, Quaker Oats. They think its a good
name for a cereal eater. They are completely off the
mark. The truth is that my hamster has epileptic
seizures: they come over him all of a sudden when he
is upset. He shakes in a frightening way, as if he was
being electrocuted. Grandpa found his name, a
tribute to the Quakers, who start quaking when they
pray and feel moved by the Holy Spirit. As a matter of
fact, the character on the cereal box, with his black
hat, his white wig, and his fat red cheeks looks like an
actual Quaker!
Quaker the hamster also has fat cheeks, alwaysfilled with pellets or tiny bits of furniture that he
gathers during his trips around the apartment. But
his favorite food is crackerjacks. Preferably nice and
crisp. Vacations at Grandpas are heavenly for him
too. The reason is that before he retired, Grandpawas a pastry chef; the best in California, perhaps in
the whole United States.
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I hold out my hand in the cage and Quaker jumps
on it: he is very well trained. I put him in my pajama
pocket, his head sticking out like a baby kangaroos,and off we go until dawn.
What do you do at night when youre fifteen and
diagnosed with severe insomnia by Dr. Smith? Well,
for starters, you go to the bathroom. My bladder
feels like its about to blow up! Moms herbal teas
are fearsome. She makes me drink at least a quart of
chamomile, valerian root, or hawthorn leaves tea
every evening. I get to try every type of supposedly
soothing plant. Mostly, they taste gross!
So here I am, in the bathroom, peeing for a good
three minutes. I catch a reflection of my head in the
mirror of the cabinet. My forehead is as white as the
sink. Dr. Smith says that insomnia has made me
allergic to the sun, unless its the other way round. SoI never leave home until I have slathered my face,
arms, and every square inch of exposed skin with sun
block. If you add to this spiky blond hair and large
purplish-black rings under my eyes, you have me,
Jack Spark, a New York City teenager and schooldisaster survivor.
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Once relieved, I tiptoe across the apartment,
heading for the kitchen. Im always ravenous when I
wake up. Mom decided that a light dinner was moreconducive to sleep. I have to do without dessert, as
sugar makes you hyper. I cant have salt, either, as
Im allergic to it. Once, when I was a kid, I almost
died. At the school cafeteria, a new employee who
hadnt been told about my special diet had put salt inmy mashed potatoes. It burned my mouth and I had
to have my stomach pumped at the hospital. Since
then I havent had a school lunch. Mom makes me
salt-free bread sandwiches instead. And every night, I
get a green salad and boiled vegetables, followed bythe customary pitcher of herbal tea
I softly close the kitchen door. In front of me, the
window is bolted shut: our Manhattan apartment
building is so tall that, because of the wind, it would
be dangerous to open it. On the other side of the
double panes, an endless vista of twinkling lights:
New York. My kind of town. Like me, it never sleeps.
Squeek goes Quaker in my pocket. OK, buddy,
coming up.
I open the fridge and, right there, is living proof
that my mother takes food very, very seriously (she
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has an excuse, of course: she is a nutritionist by
trade). Tens of plastic containers are carefully
stashed on the frosted shelves. Each one is hand-labeled, the result of a culinary experiment carried
out by Mom in an attempt to flesh out her next book
of recipes:
Salsify in vinegar 70 calories per 3 oz
Expiration date: July 10
Raw snail pure 90 calories per cup
Expiration date: June 30
Steamed frogs legs 42 calories per leg
(look out for bones)
Expiration date: July 5
And so on, not to mention even better ones, so tospeak
Squeek goes Quaker again, a tad impatiently.
Without further ado, I grab a container on the top
shelf, way back on the left.
One hundred year eggs 120 calories per unit
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Expiration date: ?
(check with Lee)
Even Mom cant stomach those. But she wont
admit it. The eggs were given to her by her good
Chinese friend, Lee Sung, and she has obstinately
kept them in the fridge for several years. Just in case,
she says. If she knew that I threw out the eggs longago, and whats in the box now!
Yum! A lovely smell floats out of the container as I
lift up the plastic lid. We have an arrangement,
Grandpa and me: every other week, he ships me a
box of fresh, salt-free, pastries prepared especially
for me. He sends them to a post office box so that
Mom doesnt find out.
In fact, a new shipment is probably waiting for me
at the post office. My supply is almost gone. Theres
only half a coffee clair that spilled all over the
bottom of the container, as well as a shrunken lemon
meringue tartlet and two flat chocolate macarons.
Removing the hardened meringue, I feed it toQuaker, then I dig into the tartlet with a spoon,
fantasizing about the feasts that are in store for me
at Grandpas next week. Like my hamster, I have a
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sweet tooth. I cant resist a pastry. Even though,
according to Moms nutritional principles, its
anathema!
Once full, I tiptoe to the living-room. From the
stereo, I unplug the headset Dad uses to listen to his
CDs, and I plug it into the TV, leaving Quaker to his
own devices (a couple of weeks ago, he started
burrowing a tunnel in the backrest of our new sofa).
On the screen, the nightly offerings follow each
other in monotonous sequence. From a visual
perspective, the night is as predictable as lasagna:
animal world documentaries and old B-series moviesfollow each other in time-honored order: Surviving in
the Desert/The Mummy Goes Berserk/Rocky
Mountain Wolves/The Curse of the Werewolf/Preys
and Predators/Draculas Bride/etc.
When I have enough of this menagerie in which
real beasts and imaginary ones coexist so closely that
you cant tell one from another, I sneak into Dads
study and I turn on the computer. Officially, Im not
allowed to use the PC after 8:00PM: it seems that
video games give insomnia. So Dad himself keys in his
password to log on when I need it for my homework.
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However, after school one day, Dad caught me
with a bag of sugar puffs from Grandpa (luckily, he
didnt ask how I had got them!). He first started tolecture me, but we quickly reached an agreement:
we shared the puffs and he didnt tell Mom. Then he
typed his password and left me alone in his study.
Just then, I had a brainwave. I collected the
confectioners sugar that was left in the bag and Iblew it onto the keyboard, where it stuck to the keys
that Dad had pressed with his greasy fingers.
January 27. Thats the password. My birthday?
No, the day the Giants last won the Super Bowl, in
1991. Dad was a quarterback in college and has
remained addicted to the game ever since
Anyway, I surf randomly for a few hours. I take
part in an online action game with Australian players,
who come home from school when New York beginsto wake up. But I am starting to feel tired. I yawn,
sigh, stretch out. Mom and Dad will be getting up
soon. Its time for me to go to bed and pretend that I
managed to get some sleep.
Its the strategy Ive used with my parents:
pretend, make them think that my insomnia is
getting better. If they suspected that in fact its
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getting worse, that I sleep a little less every night,
they would immediately tell Dr. Smith, and then
where would I be? He has prescribed so many drugs,Ive been subjected to so many treatments over the
years I have tried everything, literally: Ive seen
hypnotic pendulums swing for hours before my eyes,
I was stuck with an acupuncturists needles, I had
electrodes placed on my head. In vain. Sleeping pillsare the only remedy that I was spared, as Mom is
against them and swears by her cursed herbal teas.
I go back to my room, slip under the sweat
hardened sheets. The room is getting lighter as the
first rays of the sun pierce the darkness like sharp
blades. Before I close my eyes, I glance one last time
at Grumpy, whose belly shows 6:50AM. Only one
more week to put up with you, cake face, one short
week!
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PART ONE
LARVA
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1 THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE
Beep-Beep-Beep!
HMMM
Beep-Beep-Beep!
What the?
Beep-Beep-Beep!
For goodness sake, let me sleep a little longer
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Jack!
Mom is knocking on the door. She always knocks
after the third ring.
Jack, cant you hear the alarm? Its 7:15! Youre
going to be late for school, Jack!
Mom walks in, followed by a cloud of expensive
perfume. In a graceful, yet firm, gesture, she pulls the
drapes. The June sun floods the room like a torrent
of molten lava.
I take a shower, brush my hair and grab my
backpack. I arrive in the living-room, where we eat all
our meals. The apartment doesnt have a dining-
room, and Mom thinks its not nice to eat in the
kitchen. My parents are seated around a balancedbreakfast: salt-free whole-wheat rolls, cholesterol-
free margarine, sugar-free jam and decaff coffee.
As usual, Mom is dressed to the nines. With her
satin blouse, her tight fitting skirt hugging her slender
hips, and her flawless hairdo, shes as beautiful as a
TV shopping host. Im very proud of Mom: all my
friends are in love with her and all the mothers envy
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her. She is like a living ad for her weight-loss method:
the Fast French Formula, or FFF, as she calls it.
Indeed, American women are fascinated by theparadox between the slimness of French women and
the richness of French food, such as foie gras, cheese
and great wines. Did I mention it? Mom is French.
Before she married Dad, and became Mrs. Spark, her
name was Marie Croustignon.
Just like Grandpa.
His name is still Fernand Croustignon. The two of
them often disagree. Mom thinks that Grandpa is too
old to live alone, and that he should look for acomfortable nursing home close to Miami. As for
Grandpa, he absolutely refuses to leave San
Francisco, considering it to be the most European
of American cities, and the only one whose
population is capable of appreciating real pastry (andnot those dreadful frozen donuts, thawed in a
microwave just before consumption, as he often
argues). In fact, he thinks the FFF is both heresy
and an act of treason. Can you imagine? A program
that claims to embody the essence of French eating,while prohibiting desserts!
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Dad looks terrific too, even though I can tell, by
his look of disgust, as he stares at his piece of salt
free whole-wheat bread, that he would give anythingfor another of Grandpas sugar puffs! From the tips
of his impeccably polished shoes, to the flawless knot
of his tie, he is the very picture of success and
energy. His cufflinks shine like an armor, his carefully
waxed hair gleams like a helmet. Im not exactly surewhat Dad does for a living, but when he leaves for
the office, he looks to me like a knight leaving for the
crusades.
Morning, Mom. Morning Dad.
I settle down in front of my cocoa-free hot
chocolate, expecting a greeting that doesnt come.
Hmm, they are strangely quiet this morning. Im
sure they must be plotting something.
Jack, my boy says Dad, his voice trailing.
My parents tend to be over protective, probably
because of my little health problems. Yet, I hate it
when Dad calls me that, Im too old now! Why notBuddy while hes at it?
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Buddy he says, sounding more self-assured
now, weve been lucky to be accepted in high
school, havent we?
Ouch! When he starts using the plural, I hear the
coach in him talking. He thinks hes on a football field
and theres every reason to fear the worst!
But were not going to sit on the sideline now.We have to score!
Whats he driving at? I stare at the bottom of my
mug, waiting to hear the rest.
Mother and I had a long talk with Mrs. Pickwick.
We worked on her, we laid siege to her. And we
won!
Dad happily bangs the table.
Yes, we won in the end, but the Pickwick woman
scored a few points too. Win some, lose some!
What the? I dont like the way Dad is talking. Am
I going into 9th
grade or not?
Its a victory we had to negotiate. We fought
hard. It sure wasnt easy!
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What Dad means interrupts Mom softly, is that
Mrs. Pickwick placed some conditions
My throat is so tight that I cant swallow the last
of my hot chocolate.
Does that mean I will have to take homework to
Grandpas?
I play dumb, but deep inside, I already know that
my world is about to collapse.
It means that youre not going to Grandpas, not
this year.
There!
My world has collapsed.
A weight of several billion tons is crushing my
shoulders, my neck and my head.
Dad has found a special summer camp for you,
Mom goes on as if nothing had happened. Its one of
the best for kids like you, who have some behavioral
disorders. Mrs. Pickwick thinks that it can help youget rid of your sleep disorder, and give you a leg up
to start the next school year with an easy mind.
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Im not a kid!
I must fight back, find counterarguments, fast.
I meant kids and teenagers, of course, dear. Its
the Redrock summer camp, in Colorado, at the foot
of the Rocky Mountains
Hee haw! Western country! bellows Dad with
fake enthusiasm, holding his hands as pretend guns.
They use a revolutionary method developed by
Dr. Krampus. Its proved very effective, and Mrs.
Pickwick thinks very highly of it. Mornings are
devoted to behavioral therapy sessions and in the
afternoons, there are lots of outdoors activities:
hiking, horseback riding, archery. After that, you
should sleep like a log! They have even designed
special diets, with menus specifically intended to
promote daytime concentration and make sleeping
easier at night. And you know whats funny? The
Krampus diet is totally salt-free! It couldnt be better,
could it?
But, I hate the countrysideI object weakly
I must do better.
and my sun intolerance!
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At last a valid objection! They cant do that to me.
They cant send me to bake in the Colorado sun. No
outdoor activities for me!
You cant remain locked up indoors all your life,
sweetheart Mom says with devilish calm. We
talked to Dr. Smith, and he thinks that you should get
more exposure to the sun. To desensitize you. Youll
just have to bring a whole lot of sunscreen. Anyway,
its no use arguing: Dad has already sent in the check
and made your plane reservations. Youre leaving this
Sunday.
Ill pick you up at school this afternoon, says Dad.Well go and shop for your hiking boots, a sleeping
bag for camping, and also a camp stove and a Swiss
army knife. Youll see, youll be the best trapper, a
real Davy Crockett!
I am so stunned that I cant even protest. Davy
Crockett! Thats so outdated, so old-fashioned, so
ludicrous! This is the worst ordeal Ive been through.
Frankly, I cant imagine anything worse.
Ah exclaims Dad stretching his arms with a
beatific smile. All this reminds me of my youth in the
cub scouts: the campfire vigils, roasting
marshmallows, and cooking eggs in the embers in the
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morning. By the way, honey, I feel like having eggs
this morning. Do we have any?
I take it back, I can imagine something worse.
Much worse!
I close my eyes as Mom gets up and goes to the
kitchen.
I dont think so she calls out. Ah, yes, we
have Lees eggs. Im sure theyre delicious, darling.
My eyes are shut very, very tight. So tight that
theyre hurting and begin to water. Maybe this is just
a nightmare after all, and in a few minutes good old
Grumpy will start ringing?
AAAAAARRRRGH!
I almost fall off my seat. I open my eyes.
Unfortunately, Im not in bed. Back in the living-
room, Mom has dropped my secret plastic container.
The runny clair filling is spreading inexorably on the
carpet, forming a sticky pool where the wreckage of
the macarons emerges.
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Whats Whats this disgusting stuff??? Mom is
gasping. Jack!!!
There are times when you just wish you could
disappear. Stop existing.
Did Grandpa give you this poison? Dont lie to
me, I know its him! The old scoundrel! Hes going to
get a piece of my mind.
Jack! You know that Mom doesnt want any
pastries in this house. My Dad is such a hypocrite!
Look at me when I talk to you!
The reason Im not looking at Dad while he is
yelling at me is that something much worse just
caught my attention. Emerging from the back of the
couch, Quaker jumps down on the carpet. I belatedly
remember that I forgot to put him back in his cage
last night!
Following my gaze, Dad turns around in his chair
and also notices Quaker, who is making a bee line for
the clair filling. Moms eyes are staring at the couch,
whose foam is bulging out, revealing a beautifullycrafted tunnel.
AAAAAARRRRGH!
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My! What a day!
My new sofa! shrieks Mom. Made in Italy, from
top quality leather hide!
A small fortune Dad adds. Weve only paid one
installment out of three!
Quaker drops the bit of macaron he was nibbling
on, casts a worried glance around him and starts
quaking.
Stop yelling I beg my parents.
What? Mom is near hysterical, her beautifullyblow-dried hair flying in every direction around her
purple face.
Youre scaring Quaker I mutter.
Is this the way you talk to your mother?! roars
Dad. He is frowning so hard that he is squinting.
I want to ask them to calm down, but its already
too late.
Quaker is vibrating like a food-processor in the
coffee filling, squirting cream all around him.
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I rush to his rescue, catch the tablecloth as I leave
the table, and bring everything crashing down: the
china, the coffee pot and the remnants of breakfast. Isnatch the hamster from the pool of cream, ignoring
my parents screams, then I put him, sticky as he is, in
my pocket. I grab my coat and I run down the
stairwell.
A desperate situation calls for desperate
remedies: I have decided to run away.
Here I am, wandering aimlessly three blocks away
from our apartment building, in a coffee-drenched
shirt, with a dripping hamster in my pocket.
Running away is all well and good, but it requires
a lot of energy. More than I have after such a night
and such a morning. First of all, where should I go?
The first and only destination I can think of is San
Francisco. Grandpa will agree to help me out, no
doubt. I will live with Quaker somewhere in the
Sierra Nevada, deep in the California hinterland, and
every week, he will bring us supplies of croissants,
nougat and other goodies.
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Taking out my phone, I dial Grandpas number. I
know it by heart. Its his home number. He could
never bring himself to switch to a cell phone.
Driiing!
If there is a god of insomniacs, let him hear me!
Driiing!
Please pick up the phone!
Driiing!
Come on, Grandpa Pick up!
Drii
Hello?
Its a womans voice. Grandma? She died a long
time ago. Who is it, then?
Hello? the woman repeats, who is it?
Id Id like to speak to Fernand Croustignon.
He doesnt live here anymore she snaps back.
Now, if youll excuse me, I have this entire house to
clean out
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But, its impossible. Grandpa has always lived
there!
Ah replies the woman, more gently, youre the
grandson of the ex-owner Your parents havent told
you? Theyve decided to sell this old pile to allow
your Grandpa to spend his retirement years in a
sunny location Near Miami I think.