Chapter 13 Section 13

Early the next morning after she testified in court, Jane came to Anwan's hairdressing salon in a state of anxiety.Mr. Antoine, whose real name was Andrew Leach, frowned at her.He couldn't understand why she'd travel by plane and get away with that high-profile murder.Her blond friend Gladys winked at her from a distance, and pointed to a brunette next to her who was coming to have her hair done.Jane walked up to Grady and heard her say, "My dear, leave him alone and go to the customer." "Hi ma'am. Long time no see. Did you dye your hair today?" "I want to talk about it next week," said the brunette holding the "Essays" magazine. She put down the magazine abruptly, "Are you the girl who appeared in court yesterday? It's terrible. Tell me about it."

"It's ma'am, it's really scary." She began to tell, and had to answer endless questions.It got out of hand and all the customers wanted to have their hair done by "the girl on the plane".Jane repeated the narrative over and over again, she couldn't stand it, and came to Antoine's office to ask for an increase in pay. "You are implicated in the murder case. It is not bad for me to let you stay." "The customers are coming for me. Henry Hair Salon also said that I will be hired immediately. Two reporters plan to interview and report on me."

Antoine was silent, and then nodded in agreement with Jane’s request.Grandis was sincerely proud of his friend, "Andrew finally surrendered, I admire your courage." As a result, Jane's narration was repeated day after day without any change, like a role played on a stage.Norman Gale invited her to dinner one evening, and they struck up a good time and discovered that they had many interests in common.A few days later, in the hairdressing salon, when Jane opened her handbag, she accidentally dropped a letter from Norman Gale on the ground.Grandis leaned over, "Your boyfriend's?"

Jane's face was a little flushed, "No. A dentist I know in Pinett." "Dentist? His teeth must be very white. When he wants to kiss you, he will definitely say: 'Qing open a little wider'." "Stop teasing me, Grandis." The letter invited Jane to dinner on Saturday.At noon that day, Jane received a salary increase, and she was in a good mood.At noon this day, she changed her clothes and came to a restaurant to have a good meal.After she sat down at the table, she ordered a meal, and then took out a book to read.She looked around out of the corner of her eye and saw a young man walking towards him with a smile.

"Do you still know me? The murder on the plane is kind of an introduction." "Oh, Joan Dupont," thought Jane. He's French, and people say beware of Frenchmen. "Are you still in England?" "Yes. But I'm going back to France to-morrow. Have the police caught the murderer?" "No. There's nothing new in the papers. Maybe they've quit. It gives me the creeps to think about it." "Me too, but it's not a pity for that ugly woman to die. Killing her can be regarded as a kind of satisfaction." "satisfy?"

"Miss," he laughed, "whatever, I haven't tried. Let's change the subject. You Brits come first with work, then entertainment, and finally wives. But wives are human beings and should come first." Location." "I just like the kind of man who takes taking care of his wife as a pleasure, and regards me as his luxury." "Miss, I don't flatter you for thinking like this. But, to be honest, I have the honor to sit in front of you and talk to you today. It is God's arrangement." "You're an archaeologist? Digging what?" Jane said.She seemed to be listening attentively to him talking about his work, and there were many things she half understood.Joan Dupont finally said: "Miss, I don't know if you don't mind... I'm going back to France tomorrow, and I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight."

"Sorry, I already have an appointment tonight." "Oh, sorry. Are you coming to Paris again?" "I don't have any plans yet." "I... I don't know when I'll come to London again." He stood up, shook Jane's hand and said, "I really hope to see you again." Looking at his receding figure, Jane sighed.She looked up at the clock, then asked the waiter for the bill.