Jon walked the few feet down the corridor towards the woman that Karyn had bumped into just a few minutes before. As he got closer, he was more than a little shocked at what she was wearing. It was an outfit that Jon knew well.
The green V-neck sweater sat over a grey undershirt, which he could just see at the neckline and hem. The sweater fitted her naturally as if she had owned it for years. Below it, she wore a pair of dark blue jeans creased softly around her knees and hips. On her feet were worn grey canvas sneakers with white rubber soles and lightly scuffed rubber toe caps. Her dark hair was styled in soft, slightly messy curls that framed her face and fell just above her shoulders.
She sat perched on the edge of one of the trunks in the corridor. She seemed more than a little confused about what was going on. She looked to be in her early twenties, Jon thought.
“Are you ok?” Jon asked her.
“Qu’est-ce qui s’est passé ?” (“What happened?”) the woman asked.
“I am sorry, I don’t speak French,” Jon tried to explain.
“Qu’est-ce qui s’est passé ?” (“What happened?”) the woman repeated.
“You are Engleesh? What happen?” (“You are English? What happened?”) she asked.
“You bumped into my friend as you were leaving the dressing room a few minutes ago,” Jon replied, glad that they could now understand each other… sort of.
“Your friend… ze blonde girl… she just appeared from nowhere place. One second ze door opening was empty, zen next she was there.” (“Your friend. The blonde girl just appeared out of nowhere, one second the doorway was empty, the next she was there.”) she said.
“That’s a long story. My name is Jon.” He held out his hand to help her to her feet.
“My name is Simone… Simone Delacroix, yes.” (“My name is Simone, Simone Delacroix.”) she said as she took his hand.
“I think we are supposed to go and wait outside the dressing room, at least that's what the woman said,” Jon told Simone as they headed back along the corridor.
“Woman… you mean Madeleine. She can look very scary, but I think inside she is good person.” (“Woman, you must mean Madeleine. She can look very scary, but I think she means well.”) Simone told him.
“I don’t know her name; she never told me,” Jon replied.
“Jon… do you know what happened to ze clothes I wear before?” (“Jon, do you know what happened to my clothes?”) Simone asked as they reached the door of the dressing room.
