PARIS
Hannah and Jeni exit the plane. Both look worse for the wear after a 17-hour
flight with several layover. Jeni really
looks a mess crazy big hair eye make-up that has migrated from the eyes to all
over the face. Jeni’s wearing some awful
sweatpants set that says horrifically “Ghetto booty” across her butt (even
though she does not possess such junk in her trunk). The eyeball each other and shake heads. They then gather their luggage and walk to
the nearest bathroom where they both change into “French casual wear”.
Hannah comes out of the stall and with a quick brush of her
hair looks flawless in her black tights and rain coat. Jeni on the other hand
comes out of a stall with a striped shirt black beret and red scarf along with
a black rain coat.
“I swear to god if you pull a baguette out of your purse I’m
pretending like I don’t know you” Hannah said looking at Jeni through the
mirror.
“I look very French” Jeni said taking the hat off and
brushing her hair into a low bun. When
she put the beret back on her head Hannah noticed that it was way too small.
“Do you even know French?” Hannah asked.
“You ask me this now, after we’ve arrived?” Jeni asked
putting on the brightest color of whore red lipstick she could find.
“I didn’t really have time to think about it.”
“Of course I know French.”
A lady walked in with a child in a stroller. The child eyeballed Jeni. Jeni eyeballed the kid.
“What are you doing?” Hannah asked.
“That kid is eyeballing me” Jeni said making a face at the
child.
“Probably because even a kid can see how ridicules you look.”
“Dude, this baby is seriously getting on my nerves.” Jeni
said trying to put on mascara. “Look at
him, he’s trying to get in my head”
“Are you really getting in a beef with a BABY at the
airport.”
“He’s like the kid from the Omen. He knows the secrets of the universe.”
“Supposedly so do you”
“He’s plotting something”
“You’re a psychic can’t you see what he’s plotting”
“I can’t psychically see through that much evil. I’m pretty sure he’s the devil.” Jeni was
now facing the child tilting her head at him.
He blew a spit bubble at her. “See
that, Damien. I can tell these
things. His name is Damian.”
“Stop calling that child the devil incarnate. His mom’s gonna
come out here and kick your ass”
“Did you see that poor woman, she knows what’s up. He’s evil”
“I thought you liked kids” Hannah asked trying to gather up
her things.
“I do like normal kids, not conduits for evil” Jeni said
shoving her things in her bag.
“You need coffee.”
“Oh my god I do need coffee. Hopefully they don’t just have
those little shots they like to call coffee around here.”
They exited the bathroom and were walking when Hannah
noticed a man with a sign. The sign read
“Psychic Honeydew Brie”
“Well that looks like it belongs to you” Hannah said
laughing.
“Oh good lets try some French on him” Jeni walked up and
said. “Bon juror. Comment va?”
The man looked at her skeptically. “Honeydew Brie?”
“Oui?” Jeni said with an odd look.
He sighed. “Come with
me” He said in a strong accent.
“Oui” Jeni said again.
They followed him to a parked car. Jeni was tapping furiously at her phone. “
Pouvons-nous arrêter pour le café s'il vous plaît ?”
she asked.
The man looked at her and she smiled a big smile. He replied irritated “
Il n'y a pas de temps , vous avez besoin de rencontrer M. Sangril”
Jeni nodded. “What did
he say?” Hannah whispered.
The man put the luggage in the trunk. “No idea” Jeni
whispered back. But I’m betting we aren’t
getting our snack of honeydew and brie for the ride.”
Jeni turned and saw the child from the bathroom with his
parents. Both parents looked
haggard. The father was gesticulating
wildly.
“I swear he has it out for me!” He said exasperated. “That
woman from the bathroom is right, he’s the devil”
The mother rolled her eyes and squatted down to talk to the
baby. “Don’t listen to daddy Damien, he’s just tired.”
Jeni hit Hannah on the arm and made an I told you face. “Evil”
Jeni mouthed eyes wide and nodding.
“Crazy” Hannah replied.
