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Cosette's job ends with the summer, but she hordes her savings carefully — what's left of it after back-to-school shopping, anyway. What she gets from the city more than covers her expenses anyway, but she's almost 18 now, and when she moves out of the home, she'll need it.
The prospect of leaving is one that she greets with equal measures of delight and horror. To live on one's own! To be truly the mistress of her own household, however small and empty! And yet, to leave behind her friends and the companionship of life in the home, which at times reminds her so dearly of the convent, and care of the garden, where she's spent such happy hours!
That isn't for some time yet, though. She has time to plan and prepare. Before then, however, there's Halloween.
She's become quite fond of Halloween. It's enchanting to dress up as something entirely other and to get candy for it, even if her summer job has put a bit of a damper on her sweet tooth. It's probably for the best anyway, and besides, she usually ends up sharing quite a bit of her bounty with the younger children anyway.
This year, though, she's not at all sure what she wants to be. They're browsing the aisles of a big Halloween store, leafing through cheap taffeta and polyester, and Cosette wrinkles up her nose. "I hardly know where to begin," she says, lapsing into French as she always does when they're alone. Eponine always reminds her of home.
The prospect of leaving is one that she greets with equal measures of delight and horror. To live on one's own! To be truly the mistress of her own household, however small and empty! And yet, to leave behind her friends and the companionship of life in the home, which at times reminds her so dearly of the convent, and care of the garden, where she's spent such happy hours!
That isn't for some time yet, though. She has time to plan and prepare. Before then, however, there's Halloween.
She's become quite fond of Halloween. It's enchanting to dress up as something entirely other and to get candy for it, even if her summer job has put a bit of a damper on her sweet tooth. It's probably for the best anyway, and besides, she usually ends up sharing quite a bit of her bounty with the younger children anyway.
This year, though, she's not at all sure what she wants to be. They're browsing the aisles of a big Halloween store, leafing through cheap taffeta and polyester, and Cosette wrinkles up her nose. "I hardly know where to begin," she says, lapsing into French as she always does when they're alone. Eponine always reminds her of home.