Mungo was still looking at the floor, the poor boy was incredibly shy and clearly was nervous, wanting to be friends with Cassie but not knowing what to do or say. She resolved that she would be a devoted friend to him. He was disabled and he was black and therefore would suffer so much prejudice that his life must be so difficult. Cassie wanted to hug him to show much she cared. Hesitating because of what her father would think; she had no fear of Mungo, he was such a gentle, simple, beautiful soul.
Cassie realised regretfully that even she had some prejudice within her. When Franklin had introduced her to his brother she was a little unsettled by him and his size but now Cassie was sat next to him she saw his beauty, his gorgeous eyes, his delightfully long eyelashes and his deep velvety chocolate brown skin which was so smooth and his lips made Cassie very warm inside, he had the most beautiful kissable lips she had ever seen. Cassie composed herself, she shouldn't be thinking these thoughts about this poor man. If he hadn’t been injured fighting for his country then he would have made some woman very, very happy, what a shame, and what a loss-though Cassie realised that she would not have been able to have him as her husband.
Sometimes she wished that she was a black girl, they had all the best guys.
‘What game?’
‘Too shy’
‘Please, Mungo’ Cassie said holding his great hand and her hand on his cheek so she could face him. ‘Don’t be shy with me, we can be best friends. I will be here for you as often as I can. You can ask me anything. I will help you. So, what game do you want to play?’
Mungo thought Cassie's blue eyes were pretty.
‘Please, white, Mungo want to show. Mungo not touch, but Mungo not shown white ever.’
‘Show me what, show me Mungo. We’re friends aren’t we?’
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