In My Life The People Sing

"Cosette. . . I have a bit of a. . .confession to make."

Cosette looked toward her spouse with her infamous pout. "There's someone else, isn't there?"

"Yes, dear. There is."

"Who is she?"

"He."

"What?"

"I've fallen in love with a man. I'm sorry."

"How could you? You lied to me!" Cosette wailed. "You lied to us all! When you married me, you promised you'd be with me forever. Till death do us part, remember?"

"Only in Massachusetts. And parts of Canada, and Belgium and the Netherlands and a few more places."

"Forget that. You made a promise, 'Ponine, and you broke it."

The two women just stood there, one looking hurt and the other apologetic.

"Who?" Cosette finally asked.

"Enjolras," said Eponine. "He's willing to give up his revolution for me. I don't want him to, though."

"That's awfully generous of you," said Cosette dryly. "I think I'll call Marius and see if I can stay with him for the night. Unless you've already moved in with your beloved patrician revolutionary?"

"No, not yet. Cosette, I can't tell you how sorry I am."

"It's not your fault. We all know whose fault it really is. Someone with a penchant for using italics and who never manages to keep us in character."

"I think that you're taking this too hard. Go and spend the night at Marius'. He's always sympathetic."

Cosette crossed the room and stood at their window. "Eponine,as God as my witness. . .even if I have to lie, cheat, steal or kill. . .as God as my witness, I'll never be written into a fanfic again!"

Eponine just shook her head.

THE END