Work of fanfiction.
'Thanks for asking me to the dance.' A pretty girl from Beaubatons said to Neville.
'No problem.' Stuttered Neville.
The girl smiled. before the started to dance.
When meal time arrived they enjoyed a lovely meal
'Thanks for doing this. But why?' asked Neville
'You remind me of my grandfather.'
'What do you mean?'
I am not French I am Dutch. My grandfather was a navy men in world war two.
'Why do I remind you of him?'
'When the war broke out he served on one of the ships protecting Rotterdam.
In the Java sea he escaped with a few fellow navy men leading the escape. of some refugees. Bougie showed everyone he was as steadfast as could be.
Neville smiled.
'He was cautious just like the captain of the transport ship he was placed on after the escape.'
Neville nodded.
'Your cautious like him. But when ready you are a lion.
They danced the night away.
Neville loved looking at his bride as she had said he was a lion.
His grandmother was teared up while he kissed his bride that loved to putter around as much as he.
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