My best friend’s sister was three years older that me

Her name was Marionette and she lived in France

Whereas Guy was being educated in England

His family lived on the outskirts of Antibes

I often summered there but rarely saw Marionette

As she stayed with her fathers first wife in July

Marionette hardly noticed me apart from one memorable incident

When she came into my bedroom and removed her top

She asked me if I thought she had nice breasts

I said that she did but cannot remember my actual reply

That was over twenty years ago yet I remember it well

I am now married and so is Guy

We sometimes meet Marionette

When we are in Southern France

It is on these rare occasions

That I remember that sultry afternoon