BAMBI
91
“Tomorrow we move on Broadway, Captain Jocelyn. Get your forces in order to advance.”
“Very good, General. Good night, sir.”
“Good night.”
As she closed her door she skipped across the room. She knew the first gun had been fired when Jarvis rose to speak. If she was to act as commander in the making of his career, she was glad she had a personality to work with. Nobody would forget that Greek head, with its close-cropped brown curls, those dreaming blue eyes, and that sensitive, over-controlled mouth. Her own dreams were wrought about them.
