In any ordinary life (In any oridnary Book 1) by Clare Stanley Midgley Page B

and any quality time she had disintegrated into a barrel of grease and oil.
       American soldiers started to infiltrate every part of the base and even though her sisters saw that as a new hunt Jeanie contemplated the amount of work they brought.
       Every part of her seemed to be covered in grease and oil and Jeanie longed for a relaxing long bath and a good night’s sleep. Rising from her make shift bed she rubbed her face and tried to make a tired effort to become motivated for the day.
       Making her way to the garage door she looked like a coal miner emerging from the rubble and as she squinted at the sun she looked as if she’d found her way out of a hole for the first time in days.
       The ritual good mornings were passed and after contemplating running for the gate she made her way back down the pit and continued to fix another broken axle. After several beatings with a hammer Jeanie sat on the steps as tired and broke as the vehicle which was above.
       Jeanie was usually frequented by the drill sergeant to speak about the mornings updates however, instead of hobnail boots and hairy legs she saw a skirt and some highly shined shoes.
       The lady stood above Jeanie coughing loudly expressing her desire for her attention and as Jeanie poked her head out she had just started to shout out her demands for the second time.
    “J Rutherford. I am looking for a J Rutherford,” knowing the lady hadn’t seen her she prised herself from underneath looking like a hobbit emerging from a mud bath.
       Dragging herself up she raised her body to all fours and with a last effort she rose from the ground.
    “J Rutherford again I am looking for a J Rutherford,” as she moved around the garage she wasn’t expecting a woman as Jeanie replied.
    “Ok keep your knickers on love, that will be me,” Jeanie sounded wounded and forlorn and the lady replied with some confusion, “Your J Rutherford, well then clean yourself up and make your way around to the Generals Office.”
       A piece of paper fell into Jeanie’s hands and before she could reply the smart official looking lady had disappeared around the corner of the garage door.
       Jeanie looked at her overalls and back again at the paper. Just getting out of the pit had been an effort and getting washed and changed as well seemed like a chore.
    “Fuck it take me as I am or not at all that’s what I say.” She wiped her chest with a cloth and threw it down on the oil drum. Seeing the bags under her eyes in the window she wiped the sleep away hoping to improve a small part of her appearance. Concentrating on the task in hand she was surprised by another voice which appeared from around the corner.
    “You know talking to yourself in medical terms is not considered a good thing.” James had appeared at the garage door in his white coat looking a complete contrast to Jeanie’s filthy exterior.
    “Anyway you look tired and you look like you’ve lost weight? Let me have a look at you. Are you ok?” Jeanie tried to present a smile but instead waddled her head from side to side. Taking that as her response James continued with his conversation,” I was told to come and get you since I’m on the way to the General as well.”
    Jeanie felt too tired to respond in the end she was just pleased to see a friendly face. James wiped some of the grease off her cheek smoothing the grime away from her tired skin. Looking into her eyes she seemed distant. Kissing her forehead sweetly he took hold of her hand.
    “Have you missed me?”
    “Umm what if I said no.” Jeanie again tried to force a smile thinking about the turmoil another individual had put her through.
    “So do you know what I am being summonsed for? I mean if I’m in trouble surely still being a civilian I should run for the hills.”
    “I honestly don’t know and don’t care. It’s given me an excuse to see you and I’m not going to squander it. Besides I’m on leave soon and I’ve been thinking