Sharon had been training herself for the next wrestling match, but I had changed the rules.
“Put yer fist here, Jennffer!” she cried and pointed five fingers into the air.
I took Sharon's ring off my hand and stuck it on one of Sharon's fingers.
“Hey! Where d'yer get that from?”
I pointed at the two handbags hanging in the roof of the hut and walked away.
NO, STOP! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! IT'S TOO CHEAP. JENNFFER, TURN YOURSELF AROUND!
I walked back to open-mouthed Sharon, put my arms round her and buried my face in her neck. One by one the girls in Sharon's gang put their arms around us.