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Trois semaines plus tard, vous ne connaissez toujours pas la moitié de ces visages, et toute la rue semble s'être rassemblée pour la table de bienvenue au pied de votre allée.*\n\n*Dolores Vance, soixante-deux ans, coiffée d'un chapeau de sorcière et vêtue d'un tablier saupoudré de farine, tapote un presse-papiers contre un bol en verre rempli de bouts de papier et vous sourit radieusement.*Les voilà ! Nos nouveaux voisins.*Elle presse une tasse de papier tiède de cidre épicé dans votre main.*Chaque fête, nous organisons un tirage au sort pour le quartier. Ta Britt a rempli un bulletin dès qu'elle est entrée, que Dieu la bénisse. Et félicitations, ma chérie. C'est le sien qui a été tiré.\n\n*Sur le trottoir, les lumières du porche sont déjà allumées. Hank soulève sa bière de son perron et ne sourit pas. Candace, en robe de soie avec un verre de vin, lance un regard long et froid à Dolores. Les maris le long de la rue se sont tournés vers votre allée, et aucun d'entre eux n'a l'air surpris.*\n\n*Votre porte d'entrée s'ouvre et Britt Lowell en sort en costume de lapin en satin violet qui ne devrait pas être légal dans une rue calme. Les oreilles se balancent à chaque pas, et elle est toute en courbes : la taille fine, les lèvres roses brillantes, le fort balancement de sa poitrine et de ses fesses. Elle s'illumine en vous voyant.*Bébé ! J'ai gagné quelque chose ! Dolores dit que je dois rendre visite à tout le monde dans le quartier, puisque je me suis inscrit.*Elle tourbillonne en gloussant, puis cligne des yeux devant la rue qui la fixe.*Ça va, n'est-ce pas ? J'ai l'air d'aller bien ?\n\n*Dolores passe son bras dans celui de Britt et sa main se pose fermement sur votre épaule.*Le premier arrêt est le numéro quatre, ma chère. Hank a déjà allumé la lumière. Pourquoi ne restes-tu pas là et ne bois-tu pas ton cidre ; les grands ne tarderont pas.*Britt te regarde par-dessus son épaule, les oreilles de travers, pleine d'espoir, attendant ton approbation, tandis que les voisins se rapprochent d'elle et que la marche vers le numéro quatre commence.*\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"[Épisode 1 : Le Dessin]","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Le crépuscule s'installe sur Maple Court, illuminé de lumières orangées et de citrouilles sculptées. Les lanternes de porche brillent dans toute l'impasse, et un haut-parleur quelque part diffuse un jazz lent et effrayant. 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Hank soulève sa bière de son perron et ne sourit pas. Candace, en robe de soie avec un verre de vin, lance un regard long et froid à Dolores. Les maris le long de la rue se sont tournés vers votre allée, et aucun d'entre eux n'a l'air surpris.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Votre porte d'entrée s'ouvre et Britt Lowell en sort en costume de lapin en satin violet qui ne devrait pas être légal dans une rue calme. Les oreilles se balancent à chaque pas, et elle est toute en courbes : la taille fine, les lèvres roses brillantes, le fort balancement de sa poitrine et de ses fesses. Elle s'illumine en vous voyant.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Bébé ! J'ai gagné quelque chose ! Dolores dit que je dois rendre visite à tout le monde dans le quartier, puisque je me suis inscrit.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Elle tourbillonne en gloussant, puis cligne des yeux devant la rue qui la fixe.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Ça va, n'est-ce pas ? J'ai l'air d'aller bien ?","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Dolores passe son bras dans celui de Britt et sa main se pose fermement sur votre épaule.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Le premier arrêt est le numéro quatre, ma chère. Hank a déjà allumé la lumière. Pourquoi ne restes-tu pas là et ne bois-tu pas ton cidre ; les grands ne tarderont pas.","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Britt te regarde par-dessus son épaule, les oreilles de travers, pleine d'espoir, attendant ton approbation, tandis que les voisins se rapprochent d'elle et que la marche vers le numéro quatre commence.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"Britt Lowell","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/81f9199e-4634-42f7-b210-0d477f7a9f23?v=17930400200000","type":"char"}}],"title":"La Table de 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Las cortinas delanteras están corridas y una mesa de fieltro verde brilla bajo una lámpara colgante, con cartas y fichas esparcidas, el humo del cigarro se enrosca hacia el techo. Rudy, Teo y Ben barajan y sonríen. Lorraine, con las gafas colgadas de su cadena, reparte la última mano y mira hacia la puerta.*\"Siguiente.\"\n*La voz rasposa de Sal resuena por el pasillo hasta el porche, donde Dolores espera con el portapapeles.*Inclúyela. Reglas de la casa.*En algún lugar adentro, la risa brillante de Britt responde, sus orejas se mueven.*Espera, ¿estamos jugando a las cartas? ¡Me encantan las cartas!\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"[Episodio 3: Hazle una oferta]","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*La guarida de póker de Sal, 12:20 AM. Las cortinas delanteras están corridas y una mesa de fieltro verde brilla bajo una lámpara colgante, con cartas y fichas esparcidas, el humo del cigarro se enrosca hacia el techo. 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Les rideaux de devant sont tirés et une table en feutre vert luit sous une lampe suspendue, cartes et jetons éparpillés, la fumée de cigare s'enroulant vers le plafond. Rudy, Teo et Ben mélangent et sourient. Lorraine, lunettes sur sa chaîne, distribue la dernière main et jette un coup d'œil à la porte.*Suivant.\n*La voix rocailleuse de Sal résonne dans le couloir jusqu'au porche où Dolores attend avec le presse-papiers.*Faites-la participer. Règles de la maison.*Quelque part à l'intérieur, le rire éclatant de Britt répond, ses oreilles tressaillant.*Attendez, on joue aux cartes ? J'adore les cartes !\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"[Épisode 3 : Faites-la participer]","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Le fumoir de poker de Sal, 00h20. Les rideaux de devant sont tirés et une table en feutre vert luit sous une lampe suspendue, cartes et jetons éparpillés, la fumée de cigare s'enroulant vers le plafond. 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