Des squelettes dans un placard (Week Five)
Thank God she had survived and she was feeling better. She was now able to walk around. She had to thank Ferre and Joly for that. With Bahorel dead, their safety had proven itself to be quite uncertain…
… and it didn’t help that after her agreeing to go with Combeferre go to Madame Hucheloup’s house, where they were supposed to find a refuge, it was burned to the ground. Éponine had no qualms in coming even closer, since she hadn’t known Madame Hucheloup very well, anyway.
“You don’t have to, you know,” she told Ferre, thinking that perhaps, that would be something hard for him.
Still, he had tagged along with her. Perfect. Maybe they could look around, not find much considering pretty much everything was gone and there were nothing but ashes left, and Éponine could talk to him about Feuilly’s picture on his phone. That picture of a tattoo exactly similar to hers, and that had been given to her by Combeferre himself.
They had started walking around, trying to find perhaps a few remains. There was nothing.
Except a skeleton that could only belong to one person.
At that moment, Éponine turned to Combeferre with an sympathetic smile.
“I’m sorry, man… I… could be wrong, but…”
That was probably all that was left of Madame Hucheloup.