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Mar. 31st, 2019 09:08 pmIt's finally started to feel a bit like spring, and Julia appreciates it more than she expected to. She's accustomed enough to cold winters that she doesn't mind them much, and Darrow's was fairly mild this year, for the most part, but there's still something nice about the air starting to warm and trees sprouting green. If there's one downside, though, it's the clothes. It was easier to adjust, or tell herself that she was adjusting, when the weather was cold and layers could disguise the fact that she's missed out on more than seventy years' worth of changes in fashion. Even in an upscale store like Bardolf's, she doesn't understand half of what she sees on the display mannequins, and other places seem even stranger.
There just isn't much to do but go along with it. She may not love what she does for a living, but having an employee discount helps her deal with such things, and a couple of the salesgirls in the clothes department have offered some good advice. Today, though the morning's rain has passed and the afternoon has become a pleasant one, she still has her raincoat over her dress as she heads through the park, where people are busy setting up for tomorrow's big Founder's Day celebration. Like so much else in Darrow, that's still something she doesn't quite understand, any attempted explanations only making it seem more confusing.
Separate from all of that, though, is someone busking on a bench, a few other people having stopped to watch the guitar player, whose case is open for onlookers to leave money if they wish. Julia doesn't have to stop to consider it for very long before taking a five dollar bill from her wallet and leaning over to drop it into the guitar case. The player is quite good, and she knows how much it can mean to be able to do something with a skill like that, even if she was singing in clubs rather than in a park. Sometimes she still catches herself wishing she could do so again, but it feels more sensible, if less fulfilling, to stick with her job in the department store.
Stepping back again and towards the path, she nearly cuts right in front of someone else passing by, and winces a little. "Sorry," she says. "I didn't see you there."
There just isn't much to do but go along with it. She may not love what she does for a living, but having an employee discount helps her deal with such things, and a couple of the salesgirls in the clothes department have offered some good advice. Today, though the morning's rain has passed and the afternoon has become a pleasant one, she still has her raincoat over her dress as she heads through the park, where people are busy setting up for tomorrow's big Founder's Day celebration. Like so much else in Darrow, that's still something she doesn't quite understand, any attempted explanations only making it seem more confusing.
Separate from all of that, though, is someone busking on a bench, a few other people having stopped to watch the guitar player, whose case is open for onlookers to leave money if they wish. Julia doesn't have to stop to consider it for very long before taking a five dollar bill from her wallet and leaning over to drop it into the guitar case. The player is quite good, and she knows how much it can mean to be able to do something with a skill like that, even if she was singing in clubs rather than in a park. Sometimes she still catches herself wishing she could do so again, but it feels more sensible, if less fulfilling, to stick with her job in the department store.
Stepping back again and towards the path, she nearly cuts right in front of someone else passing by, and winces a little. "Sorry," she says. "I didn't see you there."
