TWELVE
Jack whispered to Mandy, ‘Think back to breakfast, darlin'.’ She raised her eyebrows, ‘Not that, the wind up bit.’ She wanted to question him further, but the Colonel and Pugwash were behind her, wondering how to get past.
It matters not, how high and mighty a boy gets, women still have the upper hand and both men struggled.
‘Amanda, I think the General wants to get by, and is this Captain Pugwash?’
Mandy stepped to one side revealing the familiar rusty face, clenched jaw, and eyes on storks, of Captain Pugwash. The Captain was lofty, though remarkably had no presence, a weak chin contributed to this, but it was his persona that showed through the not so subtle facade. Jack had described him once as a modern day Uriah Heap without the ‘umbleness. In fact the opposite was true. T
