Éponine had managed to persuade someone to show her how to record a voicemail message, though it would be understandable if you happened to hear the raspy voice and think it belonged to someone else ( Read more... )

If it had been entirely up to her, Éponine would still be at home today, under the covers and probably nursing a massive hangover. (And treating it by drinking more, of course. Was there any other way ( Read more... )

The holiday decorations were up in the lobby again, complete with the fake snowdrifts piling up in the corners, and Éponine certainly hadn't put them there. The bowls of tiny candy canes were cute, though, which was more than she could say for the sweater she had on ( Read more... )

Éponine didn't like it out there today any more than she had yesterday, or the day before, and to tell the truth she'd much rather have holed up at home until someone else came along and fixed things, because that seemed like the smarter thing to do; she'd developed an annoying sense of duty about her job, though, and anyway the post office was as ( Read more... )