Secret Army
Secret Army
“He crept across the planked floor and set the gift on the corner of Rosie’s pillow, but her left eye opened suspiciously as he backed away.
‘Oh,’ she said. Then she yawned, cracked a broad smile and propped herself up on one elbow.
‘I didn’t mean to wake you,’ PT whispered. ‘Sorry.’ Rosie picked the rectangular gift from her pillow and tore off the brown paper. It was a notebook bound in purple cloth. She opened the cover and saw that Paul had elaborately lettered Happy Fourteenth Birthday, and everyone from campus had written their names around it.
‘It’s beautiful!’ Rosie said emotionally, as she leaned forwards to give PT a kiss.
PT shrugged modestly. ‘Paul did all the hard work, though I did find the notebook on that stall when we went into town.’ ‘He’s so talented,’ Rosie said. ‘When I draw nothing ever looks like it’s supposed to.’ ‘Same here,’ PT said.
Rosie sat up straight. PT perched himself on the narrow bed and Rosie experienced an odd jumble of emotions as she gave him a kiss.
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