It was Saturday night
in Mornington-By-Mere and goods friends Roxanne Kincaid-Smith, Lindsay Cooper
and Rosie Parsons were sitting in the bar of the Old Mill Inn discussing their
plans for the Bank Holiday.
All three of the girls
were born and bred in the village but since starting out on their chosen
careers they didn’t get together as often as they would have liked due shift
patterns for Rosie and Roxy and the on call Rota for Lindsay.
At 27 Rosie was the
oldest of the trio and most of the time lived in Military Row at number 5 with
her 23 year old sister Katie.
But Mornington wasn’t
her only place of residence and nor was it her source of employment.
Rosie was a Staff
Nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and rather than commute
back and forth she shared a flat with two other Nurses, Jane Hall, and Lorraine
Chapman who also lived in Mornington and worked at the Churchill.
It wasn’t a huge flat
and nor was it in the smartest part of town but it was perfect for them as it
meant that they had a place to live that was close to work, which was ideal for
them all as they worked shifts, and it meant that split between the three of
them their expenses were less than their travelling would have been.
They were all single,
all looking and all quite pessimistic regarding their prospects in the
relationship department.
But they all got on
well and made the most of their situations.
They all had hopes and
dreams though, of finding the right man and settling down and having babies.
The only downside to
her dream job happened to be that her shift patterns meant she didn’t get to
see her best friends regularly enough for her liking.
But a three day window
opened up in which all three friends were off duty and furthermore without any
other commitments in their diaries, an event rarer than hen’s teeth, so they
all decided to make the most of it.
The fact that the
three days happened to fall over the Bank holiday weekend was just the icing on
the cake.
They had already eaten
a sumptuous meal at the Old Mill Inn and followed that up with a significant
amount of alcohol which influenced their decision making significantly.
But a decision had to
be made, as they had signed up for the Sharpington Day Parade on Bank Holiday
Monday.
It was a Charity event
which raised tens of thousands of pounds every year much of which was collected
by volunteers rattling tins along the route.
And traditionally the
majority of volunteers took part in fancy dress and it was that element of the
Parade which was vexing the three friends as they didn’t know what to go as.
“It needs to be
something different” Lindsay said
“It needs to be
something memorable” Roxy added
“I know just the
thing” Rosie Parsons suddenly announced
“What?” the other two
asked
“Golliwogs”
“What?” the two
repeated
“Brilliant eh” Rosie
said
“Are you mad?” Roxy
asked with alarm “I’m a serving Police Officer”
“So?” Rosie asked
“It’s a bit “out
there”” Lindsay pointed out
“Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Adventure?” Roxy said
“They’ll hang me out to dry”
“Oh God just because
you wear blue serge knickers doesn’t mean you can’t have a laugh” Rosie said
“Besides who’s going to recognise you under the makeup?”
“Oh I don’t know” Roxy
said doubtfully
“We could carry
tambourines so people will think we’re minstrels” Rosie suggested
“I’m not sure people
will see the distinction” Lindsay added
“Oh come on you two
it’ll be fun” Rosie said encouragingly
“I’ll remember that
when I’m working as a security guard for Quid Busters” Roxy retorted
“Don’t be such a drama
queen” Rosie said
“So are you two in or
not?”
“Count me in” Lindsay
said with bravado and turned her eyes on Roxy
“Ok I’m in” she agreed
reluctantly
In the cold light of
day when they surfaced on Sunday afternoon the girls had serious doubts about
the wisdom of dressing as Golliwogs for the Sharpington Day Parade but none of
them voiced their concerns as they didn’t want to appear wimpy in front of the
other two.
The drive over to
Sharpington to register was completed largely in silence as they were so
hungover from the night before.
Unfortunately it was a
trip they had to make, as volunteers for the fundraising effort for the Parade
had to register on Sunday afternoon where they would also pick up collection
tins.
Fortunately those
participating in fancy dress were not required to notify the organisers in
advance what they planned to dress up as or to provide a photograph either
which was just as well really due partly to the Non PC nature of what they had
in mind but mainly as they didn’t know the precise details themselves.
As they walked quietly
along the promenade towards the organizers marquee in Jubilee Park the three of
them still had great unvoiced misgivings about the costumes.
“Why on earth did I
suggest Golliwogs?” Rosie asked herself.
Despite her bravado of
the previous night she was particularly concerned because she worked at the
Winston Churchill Hospital which had a large number of Black and Asian staff
all of whom would be extremely pissed off with her if it came out what she had
done.
But as they turned up
one of the lanes they spotted something that put all their minds at rest.
They came upon a shop
selling a mixture of the usual seaside novelties along with a selection of
fancy dress items such as clown masks and reversible wigs.
“That’s perfect” Rosie
said holding a clown mask in her hands “No one will see the black makeup under
this”
“And these are just
what we need” Lindsay said picking up a wig which was black on one side and red
or white on the other.
“I think we might just
get away with it” Roxy said and as they left the shop with their purchases
their collective mood had lightened appreciatively.
They continued their
walk up to Jubilee Park and duly registered and were quite surprised at how
quickly it was all completed and it was only just over an hour later when they
were heading back down the lane again carrying their collection tins.
The journey home was
much more typical for them than the earlier one was with all three of them
having found their voices again and for the most part they were all speaking at
the same time.
But amidst all the
incessant chatter, during which it would have appeared to the casual observer
that they were all talking and no one was listening, they formulated a plan.
They would drive down
from Mornington to Sharpington at “sparrows fart” as Rosie described it and go
straight to the Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park where Lindsay’s Aunty Lynn had a
static caravan, which she seldom used, but then she did live on the Shore of
Teardrop Lake in the Dancingdean Forest, so why would you leave that for a
caravan in Sharpington.
Lindsay had already
spoken to Aunty Lynn and got her permission although she didn’t say what she
and the others were planning to do.
Sharpington-by-Sea is
a traditional seaside resort complete with a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels,
crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre
and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as
well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.
Which was the first
purpose built amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of
rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse
Galloper, all very tame compared to a 21st century roller coasters but still
fun.
But on Bank Holiday
Monday the town was taken over by the Sharpington Day Charity Parade.
The road leading to
the coast was very busy and even leaving Mornington at the crack of dawn didn’t
speed their journey any, as a lot of the roads in Sharpington were closed to
the public which slowed their progress, until they reached the outskirts of the
town where they turned off and circled around and then up to Whitecliff.
When they had finished
changing and had made their faces up they put their clown masks on and the red
or white side to their wigs, Roxy plumped for the white while Rosie and Lindsay
chose the red.
The clown masks were
made from latex and were designed to fit right over the head but because it was
still summer and they were wearing nylon wigs they decided to cut most of the
back out and put some strategically placed holes in the face.
They were concerned
that if their heads sweated too much the black face would run, they needn’t
have worried.
To avoid having to
black up everywhere they all wore long sleeved tops and gloves and bright red
silk scarves around their necks.
The wigs covered their
ears so they didn’t need to do them and the clown mask covered everything else.
They were all dressed
in Red, White and Blue of some description but Rosie was wearing blue and white
stripped leggings and a red blouse that hung down to her bum.
In addition they all
wore substantially sized bum bags to carry some essential items for the day.
Rosie had water, wine
gums for her sweet tooth and sherbet lemon in case she ran out of wine gums.
When they joined the
parade they were about six or seven floats from the front and Roxy was hoping
they could get round without having to expose themselves as Golliwogs.
The atmosphere was
amazing and they were really enjoying themselves, and they had almost forgotten
what they had planned to do.
But as they approached
the Pier Rosie gestured to the other two and they stepped through the crowd and
went into the ladies and when they immerged five minutes later their clown
masks had gone and their wigs had been reversed and they all looked like Al
Jolson.
“Here goes nothing” Rosie said to herself as
they ran back through the crowd
Their arrival was
greeted with a huge cheer from the throng as they took up their positions and
they collected as much money in ten minutes as Golly’s as they had all the
while they were clowns.
But their success was
short lived because after about one hundred yards the procession passed by the
end of what was known locally as pub crawl alley because in that street, that
lead from the promenade to the outskirts of town, had a totally of 27 pubs and
clubs in it.
And it was from one of
those pubs that a small group of inebriated afro Caribbean patrons saw them and
took exception at what they saw and amidst shouts of abuse and threats of
physical violence Rosie decided that discretion was the better part of valour
and shouted to her friends
“Quick leg it”
When the balloon went
up, the three girls all ran in different directions and unknown to them the
group of pursuers were halted in their tracks when the appreciative crowd put
themselves between them and their prey, but not being aware of that fact, as
they never looked back, the girls just ran hell for leather like startled deer.
Rosie was a tall
slender woman of 27 without an ounce of fat on her sleek form and when she
walked she had an understated elegance about her but when she ran she lacked
any degree of grace or style whatsoever.
Kelly Westwood was
standing outside Bizzie Lizzies Florists having just stepped outside for a
breath of fresh air when she noticed the tall slender and uncoordinated
Golliwog running towards her.
The shop didn’t open
on Bank Holidays and ordinarily Kelly wouldn’t have dreamt of wasting a
precious Bank Holiday Monday working at the shop but there were exceptional
circumstances on that occasion.
As on the following
Monday Lizzie Katarski, her boss and owner of the Bizzie Lizzie chain of
florists which had branches all across Downshire, was moving her office from
the Abbottsford shop in Abbey View Road to the Sharpington premises.
The reason was that
her husband, who had been promoted to Detective Inspector had transferred to
Sharpington.
So they sold their
substantial property in Abbottsford and bought a beautiful cottage in Dulcet-on
Brooke right on the river so it made sense to operate out of Sharpington.
So that was the reason
behind why Kelly had given up her lazy weekend and was working on a Bank
Holiday.
There was quite a lot
of reorganising required as the room which was to be Lizzie’s office was being
used as a storeroom and had been for the six years she had worked there.
She had spent most of
the weekend sorting out along with her assistant Michele Norman, but she had
left in order to catch the end of the Parade.
But they had done what
was needed, the office was completely cleared and ready for the decorators to
start work the next day.
She just had to put
the rubbish out by the bins and she could go home, if she could manage to get
out of town, and if she could it would be bumper to bumper all the way to
Sharpinghead, where she lived.
Kelly decided on
reflection that there was no need to rush and put the kettle on which was when
she stepped outside, while she was waiting for it to boil.
She was a tall
statuesque thirty year old, amply proportion with wavy chestnut hair that was
blowing in the afternoon breeze.
She smiled as she
watched the black faced girl running towards her with her arms flailing around
as if she was swatting at a swarm of invisible bee’s and she was so lacking in
coordination that her forward momentum was so laboured it was as if she was
running through treacle and the whole thing was accompanied by a ridiculous
squeal and it was probably the combination of amusing ungainliness and the
clichéd scream that caused Kelly to take pity on the poor floundering creature.
“For goodness sake get
in the shop and stop making that ridiculous noise” she said with a laugh
Rosie gratefully
accepted the invitation and darted straight through the door
“Don’t let them get
me” she said as she cowered in the corner
“Who?” Kelly asked
from the doorway
“The lynch mob of
course” she replied
Kelly stepped back out
into the street, looked both ways and then re-entered the shop
“But there’s no one
there” she said
“I must have out run
them” Rosie said and relaxed a little
“That’s not likely,
the way you run” Kelly pointed out
“What do you mean?”
“You run like a girl”
Kelly said
“I am a girl”
“Oh I’m sorry I
couldn’t tell under the make-up”
“Ok I admit I’m not as
curvy as you are but I do have hips and boobs” Rosie said indignantly and Kelly
grinned
“You’re teasing me
aren’t you?” She asked
“Just a bit” Kelly admitted
“Go and clean you face
off at the sink and I’ll make us a drink”
“Ok thanks”
“Tea or coffee?” Kelly
asked
“Tea please”
“Ok bwana” she said
and giggled
She made the drinks
and went through to the shop and sat down.
“I’m Kelly by the way”
she shouted and her guest appeared through the door her face scrubbed pink and
her blonde hair untidily brushing her shoulders.
“And I’m Rosie”
“And rather pretty
too, underneath the war paint”
Kelly said a little
too honestly
“So who was it you
thought was chasing you” she asked quickly changing the subject
“A group of angry
black men” she replied
“And what do you think
made them angry?” Kelly asked
“I know it was a bit
of a mad thing to do” Rosie admitted “But it seemed like a good idea at the
time”
“Was alcohol involved
at the time?”
“Yes” Rosie admitted
“Quite a bit I
imagine” Kelly suggested
“Yes” she said “the
next day of course I knew it was a mistake”
“So why did you go
ahead with it?”
“I didn’t want to be
the one to back down” Rosie said
“I implied the other two
were wimps the night before”
“So there were three
of you?” Kelly asked
“Yes”
“So where are they
now?” she asked
“I don’t know” Rosie
replied and burst into tears and Kelly put an arm around her and comforted her.
It took about half an
hour for Rosie to finally cry herself out.
Kelly told her to text
her friends and then wait for a call and afterwards Kelly steered her questions
away from the Golliwog incident and onto questions about Rosie’s life.
“So what do you do for
a living?”
“I’m a Staff Nurse at
the Winston Churchill” Rosie replied
“So you live in
Abbottsford then?”
“Yes and no” she
replied and then in answer to Kelly’s next question added
“My home is in
Mornington but along with two fellow nurses we rent a little flat near the hospital
so we live there when we’re working and in Mornington when we are not”
“That sounds like a
good arrangement” Kelly said
“Yes it works well and
it’s cheaper than the three of us commuting”
“What about car
sharing?”
“We thought of that
but we work different shift patterns so we very rarely start and finish at the
same time”
“So when do you get to
see your boyfriend?” Kelly asked
“There is no
significant other in my life either in Abbottsford or Mornington” she replied
and before Kelly could ask another question she received a text message and she
went very pale.
“Are you ok hun?”
Kelly asked when she saw the paleness of Rosie’s countenance
“It’s from my friend Lindsay”
she said
“And?”
“I can’t read it, I’m
scared” Rosie said
“Do you want me to?”
Kelly asked and Rosie nodded
Kelly took the phone
from her and quickly read it and said
“She’s fine, she says
she gave them the slip and she’s awaiting instruction”
“Thank God” Rosie said
and threw her arms around Kelly’s statuesque frame, in a hug that lasted for
more than five minutes.
In fact it only ended
when the spell was broken by the sound of Rosie’s phone ringing.
“Oh goodness” Rosie
said as the pair parted awkwardly and a flustered Kelly picked up the empty
cup’s and took them out to the kitchen area and the former accepted the call
and said
“Roxy is that
you?”
When Kelly returned
from the kitchen she was greeted by a smiling Rosie.
“Good news” she said
“Roxy is safe and I’ve phoned Lindsay and we’re to meet up by the entrance to
the Pier”
“That is good news”
Kelly agreed
“I don’t know how to
thank you” Rosie said and kissed Kelly’s cheek
“Nonsense I didn’t do
anything” she replied “But provide a cup of tea, a sympathetic ear and a
comforting hug”
“I think it was far
more than that, thank you” Rosie said kissed her cheek again and left.
“I wish that it was”
Kelly said to herself and a few minutes after that she left the shop and made
her way along to the Pier.
She was very taken
with Rosie, very taken indeed,
It had been a number
of years since she had been so affected and she had been content in those years
but Rosie Parsons had upset that content and she was encouraged that Rosie
might well be receptive to her advances having stated a lack of a significant
other in her life rather than a boyfriend.
There was no sign of
the others when Rosie reached the entrance to the Pier but she only had to wait
a few minutes before Lindsay arrived and a moment after that they saw Roxy
approaching the Pier hand in hand with a man.
“Lucky cow” Lindsay
said as she gave Rosie a hug then Roxie left the mystery man on the periphery
and the three reunited girls silently hugged and then they found their voices
and for the most part of the next five minutes they were all speaking at the
same time.
Kelly watched on from
a safe distance and when the chattering huddle broke up Roxy introduced Lindsay
and Rosie to her man, Richard and as the last of the floats had gone past they
all walked together up to Jubilee Park to hand in their collection tins.
Kelly continued to
watch on as they moved away until they finally disappeared from view and she
returned to the shop in a very positive state of mind.
And hoped very much to
see Rosie Parsons again even though she had at that time no idea how that happy
occasion might be arrived at.
In the days that followed
the Bank Holiday weekend Kelly cursed herself for not exchanging contact
details with Rosie Parsons.
She was positive that
Rosie would be receptive to her advances but she could hardly make an advance
if she didn’t know where she was.
Kelly knew she worked
at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and that she lived in
Mornington if only part time but although it was a small village she couldn’t
go knocking on doors until she found the right one, that would make her a
stalker.
Fortunately as the
boss was moving her office into the Sharpington shop a week after the Parade
she was very busy and had little spare time to dwell on it.
There was also the
added distraction that week of the story in the Sharpington Courier about the
sighting at the Sharpington Day Parade of a trio of golliwogs and a group
dressed as the Jackson 5 written by her elder sister Molly.
There was also a
picture from the event showing three individuals all with black curly wigs,
black faces with white circles around their eyes. All were wearing typical
golliwog or minstrel costumes of red, white and blue.
The paper also claimed
that the picture was of two females and one male although Kelly couldn’t see
how that mistake was made she thought it clearly looked like three girls.
She could have pointed
out to Molly her error in regard to identifying Rosie as a man but that would
have given away her identity.
Meanwhile Rosie was on
nights and in the quiet moments of the wee small hours couldn’t get the image
of the curvy florist out of her head.
It was not the first
time in her life that she had feelings for a woman, though she had never acted
upon them, but this one was different, maybe it was the circumstances under
which they met when she felt Kelly’s reassuring and comforting arms around her,
a feeling she would have liked to experience again.
She had been so busy
that week that she was completely unaware of the story that had appeared in the
Sharpington Courier.
Which was perhaps just
as well, it wasn’t until she read another article in Sundays Abbottsford
Clarion about pressure being applied from the highest levels to catch the
culprits.
So she immediately
phoned her friend Roxy to find out what had been going on in Sharpington.
Kelly had been very
worried and a little intimidated about having the owner, Lizzie Katarski,
coming to work out of her shop but as it turned out she needn’t have worried as
she found her to be the least intimidating person she had ever met.
Also on that Monday
Rosie got a phone call from her friend Roxy to say that they were dropping the
investigation and they were in the clear.
After she had hung up
the phone she was so relieved that she cried and as she sobbed she wished for
Kelly’s comforting arms around her.
After a string of
unrewarding relationships since she left college Rosie remained single.
Though she had never
had a relationship with a woman, the attraction to Kelly was very strong, but
she didn’t know what to do about it.
However after due
consideration and with her eyes still wet with tears she phoned directory
enquiries and was connected to “Bizzie Lizzie’s”.
She was in Mornington
when she took the call from Roxy and thought she would ask Kelly out to lunch
as a thank you for helping her.
“Bizzie Lizzie, Good
morning” a voice announced
“Yes good morning, may
I speak with Kelly please” Rosie said
“I’m sorry she’s not
available at the moment, can I help?” the voice asked
“No its ok, could you
just tell her that Rosie called”
“Certainly madam”
She felt a little
dejected after falling at the first hurdle, but what she didn’t know was that
the reason Kelly wasn’t available was because her boss, Lizzie, had collapsed
in the shop and Kelly had gone in the ambulance with her to the Royal Downshire
Hospital in Purplemere.
When Kelly returned to
the shop she didn’t know what to make of the day.
It had been a funny
day, a roller coaster day, first she was down when Lizzie collapsed right in
front of her, then she was up when they found out the reason she passed out was
that she was pregnant.
So Kelly was quite
cheerful when she returned to the shop only to find she had missed Rosie’s call
and she was deflated again.
She was left with only
the slim hope that Rosie might call again and she wasn’t happy about that.
However she was left
encouraged after the phone call that she would not be sowing her seed on stony
ground and she was very happy about that.
Kelly would have been
even more unhappy had she known that Rosie had resolved not to call again and had
in fact repeatedly chastised herself for being so stupid for phoning in the
first place.
Although she was
unaware of the latter, Kelly presumed the former as she waited in vain for the
phone to ring again.
Over the following
week she was still hopeful but resigned to the fact that she would probably not
call again and that may well have been the end of it had she not remembered the
invitation she had received some months earlier to Allen Boddington and Ruby
Legg’s wedding at St Winifred’s Church in Mornington.
Which offered her an
opportunity to be in Mornington with the chance that she might run into the
skinny nurse that had been haunting her dreams.
The Westwood’s and the
Legg’s were family.
The Legg family where
poultry farmers and lived on Dryfield Farm near the hamlet of Fallowacres,
which was as near as damn it the center point of the Finchbottom Vale, though
only geographically.
In addition they also
ran Legg’s Farm Shop in Mornington and had done for several decades.
Ruby’s mother Helena
and Kelly’s mother Lisa were sisters so all the Westwood’s were invited.
Also Kelly was close
enough to Ruby to enquire about the guest list and perhaps even to influence it
in some small way.
It was at the end of
September and the weather was unseasonably warm as Rosie was getting dressed
for the wedding and she wasn’t particularly happy.
She wasn’t really
fussed about going to tell the truth it was her day off and she really wanted
to drive over to Sharpington.
In actuality she was
surprised to get the invitation at all, she didn’t really know either the bride
or the groom that well even though they were distant cousins of the
Boddington’s, several times removed.
But her sister Katie
insisted they accept as she was interested in becoming better acquainted with
the grooms’ brother.
So it was a grumpy
Rosie, who, along with an excited Katie, made her way reluctantly through the
village, very definitely under protest, towards the church.
As she and Katie stood
outside the Church mingling with the other guests she was introduced to Helena
Legg, the mother of the bride, when she caught sight of a tall straight backed
statuesque amply proportioned thirty year old, wearing a lavender dress, with
wavy chestnut hair blowing gently in the afternoon breeze.
“It can’t be” she said
to herself and set off to follow her but everyone else seemed to move at
precisely the same moment.
The sudden exodus
towards St Winifred’s prevented her from getting a close enough look at the
woman to identify her.
She did get a good
look at the Lavender dress which was open at the back and plunging at the
front.
Once inside she had no
more luck than she had outside, she had noticed her in the church, but she was
too far away to tell if it was her.
It was outside in the
September sunshine as Rosie waited for the photographer to complete his play
book of poses that she was rewarded with the perfect view of Kelly Westwood and
an opportunity to indulge in a spot of appraisal.
She was clearly
dressed more formerly than the last time Rosie had seen her and she was wearing
more makeup on her face and something she had seen before, a radiant smile, and
the addition of that smile made her extremely pretty.
Kelly suddenly became
aware that Rosie was watching her and as their eyes briefly met she turned the
smile on her and Rosie blushed.
Satisfied that she had
made an impact she then steeled herself, took a deep breath and walked
gracefully towards her before the blush left Rosie’s cheeks, clip clopping
across flagstones on stylish stiletto heeled shoes.
“Hello Rosie” she said
avoiding eye contact
“Wow Kelly” she
responded “you look stunning”
“Thank you” she said
and blushed again
Just then the
photographer started barking orders again and Kelly said
“Here we go again”
It was another ten
minutes before they resumed their conversation
“So you’re related to
the bride?” Rosie asked
“Yes” she replied
“She’s my first cousin”
“Well your first cousin
has just married my third cousin” Rosie said
“Yes I know” she
confessed
“So you knew Allen was
my cousin, before today?” she asked and Kelly nodded
“And that we’d both be
at the wedding?” Rosie asked
“Yes” Kelly said
As they walked into
the Hotel for the wedding breakfast Kelly was inwardly congratulating herself
for her cleverness at arranging their meeting and once inside Rosie was
delighted to see they were sitting together on the same table.
During the meal they
drank steadily and spoke only small talk and then the speeches followed and
more wine, then champagne and then the free bar.
So it was with a light
head and a lascivious eye that the statuesque vision in lavender, that was
Kelly Westwood, led Rosie onto the dance floor and then held her in her arms as
they danced.
They danced three slow
dances together and when the tempo of the fourth indicated it was not to be
another one Kelly steered Rosie towards the terrace, fresh air and moonlight.
Rosie was staring at
Kelly’s bosom illuminated by the moon as she said
“It was very fortunate
we ended up on the same table”
“Allen and Ruby
intended that we should be sat together so they engineered the whole thing”
Kelly confessed
“Why would they do
that?” Rosie asked
“Because I asked them
too” she confessed
“Why…?” she began and
then as they stood together on the terrace in the moonlight Kelly kissed her
and when Rosie came up for air she said
“Oh that’s why”
“Do you mind?” Kelly
asked
“No” she replied “But
if your first cousin is married to my third cousin, doesn’t that make us
related?”
“Not really” Kelly
replied
“Good” she said and returned Kelly’s kiss.
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