Marie was back in her seat well before Colette had returned, with a bag of popcorn for her ventures out. "The acrobats haven't gone yet," she chatted happily. "But there were some fantastic jugglers, and some women did a dance with ribbons and rings. We could try something like that... Poor Rose is always complaining that gentlemen can't admire her costumes properly when she's way up in the air, but I think she means her breasts, not her costumes..." She trailed off to munch a handful of popcorn, wondering if Colette would notice that her entire rambling had been based on the past twenty seconds or so of performance that had just ended. Her face might have been flushed from dashing back and pushing her way through the crowd, but it was dark, and she might well have been simply excited from the performance.
She put on her most convincing little-girl grin and turned her attention back to the show, rather distractedly. She had assumed that Colette had simply been with the Vapeur forever, since the dawn of creation - discovering that wasn't the case was a bit mind-boggling. And it certainly sounded like a dramatic story. Who was Auréle, for example? And what was the problem with this Jacques gentleman?
And the idea of Colette as a little circus girl! The lion-tamer had said it, but it simply didn't seem possible.
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