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We’re Walking on Cinders with Ben Atkinson
When a sleepy Jennifer dropped down from the ladder,
the twins began to giggle again.
Her hair was a mess, she wore no makeup,
but she was still as pretty as the photograph.
So who are you? Belle asked.
You have got to be very important to have a stack of
signed photos ready to hand out.
Ewan felt guilty and embaressed,
I’m Miss… Jennifer began, sensing that she had no other alternative
than to reveal her true identity to these girls.
No Jennifer, Ewan interjected, blocking her words escaping.
Belle turned to look, and Renèe raised her eyebrows in surprise.
The girls were cheeky and Jennifer wasn’t having any of it.
She would stand her ground. Look I’m Miss Marmalade, she sighed,
watching as Ewan’s face fell. And this is Ewan Roberts
he is a soldier in the United Army based at the Thames Regimental barracks
we’re nothing special.
The twins gasped. You mean to say that you are the Mademoiselle Marmalade.
Belle shrieked looking again at the photo,
you know I would never have guessed that.
Yes, well now you know, Jennifer replied simply.
And if you don’t mind I’d prefer it if you
removed your hands from my man.
She was almost glaring at the beautiful Renèe
who by now had dropped to sit by Ewan’s side,
equally returning her dangerous stare.