Chapter 725 A New Georgy-girl:>Ep21

• Georgy was growing with a vengeance; every time I went home she was different, older, more poised, turning into a young woman, not the kid who chased up and down the back-stairs with me, and was convinced she'd find Narnia if she looked long enough. There weren't that many times if I'm honest, though, what with training then time with my regiment prior to passing-out and deployment, so getting home to mum and dad for Georgy's special birthday, just a few months before I passed out is the one that sticks in my memory, because she was going to be eighteen, not such a little girl anymore. Mum and dad had bought her a horse, and she and I spent my weekend at home grooming and mucking-out the thing, along with her other horse and the pony that had started this horsey obsession of hers, but it was time with my very best friend in the world, so it was time well spent.
• When I arrived back at barracks I had a stack of pictures of Georgy: Georgy and me, Georgy on her horse, Georgy eating the ice-cream cake I gave her for her birthday, Georgy sitting on my lap and laughing happily. As soon as I put her pictures out my squad-room mates homed in on the pretty girl with the mop of black hair and big grey eyes, and I had to deal with the barrage of questions about who she was, how long had we been going together, did she have any sisters, the usual guy stuff. It felt weird admitting the only girl I actually knew was my baby sister, so I kept my mouth shut and let them believe what they liked.
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