Odd that one word can conjure so many images. At the moment, however, Janine was only aware of loud voices, jostling elbows, the roar of jets, and a terrible headache. Now, if I can just find my luggage-intact! Janine thought unhappily. Then there should be a bus to the center of town, and I can take the Metro to Rena’s apartment. She’d better have a good reason for not meeting me! After several minutes, Janine’s suitcase appeared on the moving belt. Retrieving it from under a heavy backpack, she stumbled toward one of the exits. “Mademoiselle Halonen? Mademoiselle Halonen?” a voice near her asked. Abruptly Janine realized he meant her. She turned quickly and found herself looking up at a man who was regarding her anxiously. Automatically Janine noted that his hair needed combing. “Oui?” she said. He smiled. Or rather his eyes smiled; his mouth was set in a frown. “What is it?” Janine asked in French. “Didn’t you hear your name announced? Rena sent me to meet you.
