Josephine had never felt so much like the houses of Lansquenet were watching her.
She clutched her case to her desperately, afraid she was losing things as she hurried through the shadowed streets towards the chocolaterie. She has no idea what she was doing. She hadn't stopped to think. She couldn't think. Her brain wouldn't allow her to think. All she could do was keep walking and feel the panic and try to ignore all the darkened windows that seemed to glare down at her in barely contained fury.
Words were ringing in her head. Serge's words. How dare she not be at church...
A shutter bumped in the midnight breeze, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Long years of practice were the only thing stopping her from crying out in fright.
Madame Clairemont came by... see if you were feeling well... HOW COULD YOU EMBARRASS US LIKE THIS JOSEPHINE...
Josephine flinched.
She didn't know how she reached the door. She didn't know how she managed to knock. It was frantic. She almost fell against the door, she knew that.
She knew that, all of the sudden, Vianne's face was all she could see.
'I did it.'