Guidance
Like a crow that had sprouted arms, a piercing voice that might as well been a squawk, Miss Euphemia Andrew was no more pleasant in the presence of an adult than she was with the children.
Brimstone and treacle for you…
Opposite her, as if she had powdered roses onto her cheeks, eyes glistening like a clear blue sky- sunny, warm, enlightening, Mary Poppins had never looked so furious. Not even when Michael had burnt the edge of her favourite apron as he hung it near the fireplace to dry.
Just a spoonful of sugar…
Torn between yesterday and tomorrow. One in black, mourning the life that had been, and one in colour, plain and simple. Staring into each other's eyes, hardly noticing if the world were to dissolve around them.
This way or that way- their father's choice or their own.
It had never seemed so simple, easy. Jane and Michael would never want to be anywhere else. Running to Mary Poppins, clinging onto her skirt, they saw the rage that surrounded Miss Andrew, a piercing shriek emitting in her offence.
The two women seemed to collide without ever being near each other at all. Clashing into one- into today, and with only the promise of tomorrow left standing, the Banks children were pleased with the result. Mary Poppins offered them the future. And, with her by their side, they had no doubt that they would be just fine.