Little Girl Called Boo

Paul Kelly

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This fantastic new eBook from well-known author Paul Kelly will make an excellent addition to any fiction-lover's digital shelf. Featuring strong characters and plots which draws you into Kelly's worlds, reviewers have been recommending his titles for years. This latest addition to his catalogue of successes is sure to be another winner.

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• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 08 mai 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781781662090
• Langue: English

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A LITTLE GIRL CALLED BOO
A Fiction Tale of Life As Led By Some
By
Paul Kelly



Publisher Information
A Little Girl Called Boo
Published in 2011 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Paul Kelly
The right of Paul Kelly to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Introducing Marilyn
Marjory Stevenson adjusted her reading glasses and sighed as she stared at Marilyn across the table.
“You must realize just how beautiful you are, Marilyn” she said, “You have everything a man would want in a woman and more. I know that many a man would just die for your love and attention. I cannot understand why you act so distant. You will never find a relationship if you carry on like this.”
Marilyn sat back and admired her finger nails. She had just that morning applied a new red paint and she was conscious that they did look nice. Marjory was quite attractive herself and Marilyn was aware of that but she just didn’t have that ‘something’ that attracted men as soon as they looked at you. Marjory was not what you would describe as ‘young’ but neither was she ‘old’. . . . Marjory was typically ‘middle-aged’ with her spectacles and her hearing aids. . . Oh Yes, she was attractive in a sort of old-fashioned and mundane way, but Marilyn could hardly tell her that, could she?
The two guys who sat at the next table didn’t look away and Marilyn knew it was she they were staring at. Well, at least one of them was. . . the better looking of the two. He was obviously tall, even if he was sitting down when she saw him and he was very obviously good looking with dark hair and the most striking dark brown eyes. She returned his look for a few seconds before she lowered her eyes to give the impression what she wasn’t in the least bit interested, BUT SHE WAS . . . and Marjory grinned as she reacted to Marilyn’s expression. She was used to this mannerism through the years she had known her, even when she went to school with Marilyn’s mother and Marilyn was only five or six years of age then, but she was always a child who thought she was better than anyone else and that the world, wicked though it might be, owed her a living.
“He’s gonna come over here in a minute, so what are you going to do then?” Marjory asked as she dropped a fork to the floor to give her something to do when this guy did come over . . . and he did. Marjory picked up the fork and coughed.
“Where have you been all my life?” the tall guy asked in a very quaint and old -fashioned style, which was ‘hackney’ and an ‘old hat’ term to use and Marilyn felt sure he must have realized that, nevertheless she smiled and turned her head away as he moved nearer. It was Marjory who took over as she turned to glance at the table this guy had just left.
“Why have you left your friend sitting over there. . . do you think he might not be interested?” she asked and the tall guy ignored her question as he introduced himself as Reginald Skipton and that he was twenty-five years of age, unmarried and very, very eligible but Marjory raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Your quite a cocky individual,” she remarked, “I’ll give you that, but I don’t know what you want to achieve here as my friend and I are not interested.” but as Marilyn heard Marjory’s remarks, she turned around quickly and looked angrily at her friend, at which point, Reginald Skipton looked down at Marilyn and smiled showing the most perfect set of even white teeth.
“My friend is already in a relationship,” he commented glancing back swiftly at his friend “and he is very happy with his lot. His name is Robert, should you be interested, but as I have said, Robert is very happily settled with his boyfriend . . .”
Marjory stared back at the friend who seemed to have heard nothing of what Reginald Skipton had said as he smiled back and Marilyn commented scathingly that she didn’t like the name Robert as her father and her brother were called Robert and she hated both of them considering them both to be a pair of bastards.
Reginald grabbed a chair and sat down beside Marilyn without the slightest hint of an invitation as he was thoroughly convinced that such an invitation was totally unnecessary.
“I’m not interested in the name Robert either,” he said as he glanced back at his friend and smiled into Marilyn’s face hoping that his agreement would please her. “but I hope you might consider a Reginald in your choice of names. That’s my family name for all the handsome men in our lot and of course we come from rather aristocratic stock . . . The Reginald Bowen of Reginald Estate,”
Marilyn smiled back and felt she had achieved another admirer as she had always considered herself to be more than just pretty or beautiful, but she had reservations about the ‘aristocratic stock’ and thought that her admirer was full of bullshit . . . She truly believed she was someone ‘apart’ from the ordinary female and that she could attract anyone with the simple twinkle of an eye, but then you never do really see yourself, do you? . . .Marjory moved her chair a little to allow Reginald to sit nearer to Marilyn and he moved nearer suggesting that she might like to call him ‘Reggie’ as he lowered his head and gave her a glimpse of his white even teeth. . .
“No thank you, Mr. Skipton,” Marilyn replied, “I never abbreviate names and in any case, Reginald is not a name that I would suggest should be given to any young man. I would have thought that Percival or Everard might have been more suitable to the aristocracy, don’t you?”
Reginald Skipton pulled a face when Marilyn made her comment, nevertheless he reached out to touch her hand and again she pulled away, feeling that by this action she would attract the handsome young man all the more. Marilyn Sinclair- Dawson was thoroughly convinced that she could conquer the affections or admiration of any man she should meet and Marjory Stevenson was such a faithful friend that she would never interfere or correct her good friend, even if in her heart she had misgivings about Marilyn’s feelings about herself. Marilyn’s world was not something that Marjory shared. . . . nor was it a world that she wanted to share.
Meanwhile as Robert waited for his friend Reginald to return to his table, he ordered another drink and waited, knowing what his friend was like when trying to attract women and of the many lies and compliments he attributed to himself to achieve his ambition. Robert had seen this act so many times and he knew he would just have to wait until the act was over and Reginald would either return with success or a volume of swear words and blasphemous expressions that seemed to carry him through to the next act.
Meanwhile Marjory looked back at Robert as he sat alone and she felt sorry for him living as he did without his companion, whoever that might be. She smiled back and waved a little to assure him that she knew he was there and that she felt it would not be very long before Reginald would return to his table.
Marilyn held her chin high and closed her eyes as she swept her hand into the air to ensure Mr.Skipton that her interests lay elsewhere, but she had high hopes that he might persist in his attentions as this always made her feel how beautiful and irresistible she was as a woman. She always felt she knew how to act in a womanly fashion and Marilyn Sinclair Dawson was one lady who never went wrong and never made a mistake . . . NEVER, or so she convinced herself as she considered herself to be the proverbial lady who looked at herself in the mirror . . MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL, YOU MUST REALIZE THAT I AM THE FAIREST ONE OF ALL.



Marjory Meets Robert
It was three days later after having met the two young men that Marjory bumped into Robert in the supermarket. She was a little apprehensive as to how to approach him as she had very little experience of talking to gay men or women for that matter, but she smiled and Robert immediately approached her stretching his hand out in friendship and she was pleased that at least he had recognised her. Marjory knew that she was not the beauty that Marilyn imagined herself to be and although Marjory could only agree that Marilyn was a really very beautiful young lady, she thought it to be a little ‘brash’ of her to consider that beauty to be exceptional. She thought it better if others saw the beauty without it being uppermost in the mind of the ‘possessor’ but she had known Marilyn all her life as they had been to school together and she understood and accepted the situation.
“You are Robert, I believe?” she said rather shyly as she approached.
“Yes, I think my friend Reggie must have told you my name, yes?.”
“Yes, but I hope you didn’t hear what my friend Marilyn said about the name Robert. . . ”
“No, what was that?”
“Oh before I go into that, I should have introduced myself, sorry . . . I am Marjory Stevenson.”
Robert smiled again and shook his head a little as if he was too shy to tell Marjory his own name, but after a few seconds he blushed and told her that his name was Robert Gregson and that he was at University with Reggie.
“You look a little younger than your friend,” Marjory remarked, thinking she may have thought as she did because Robert was