Fandom Post Office, August 20 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Éponine typically had a book with her when she was working the post office counter, and today wasn't an exception to that rule. For a change of pace, though, she hadn't brought along one of the light, fairly mindless novels she tended to read; she'd picked a book out of one of her growing stacks at random, and it turned out to be a biography of Ada Lovelace. If she was doing the math right (and she couldn't really be sure of that, since she'd hardly been taught much about it beyond what she needed to count money) they were contemporaries -- in fact, Éponine herself had been born just a few months earlier than the woman she was reading about.

It was . . . an unsettling revelation, to say the least. She'd gotten used to the idea of women having more options available to them in this time, but she'd always thought it was beyond the realm of possibility in her own time. She'd always thought she'd learned enough to get by, and further education wouldn't have been terribly practical anyhow. (At least, that was what she managed to convince herself after a while.) It wasn't as if she could have done much with it anyway; what could she have made of herself with it?

As if she didn't have enough reasons to resent her father already.

Safe to say that someone was in a bit of a sullen, slightly angry mood today.