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At her signal, Mike tipped up the small game timer.
Miranda grasped her right elbow with her left hand, and kept her arm pointed out straight in front of her.
Then she waved it about making Whoozzz Whoozz sounds and feeling utterly ridiculous.
“Light sabre,” Jeremy shouted.
Miranda nodded and thumped her chest.
“Rey. Daisy Ridley.”
She pointed at herself and shook her head, then at Mike and Jeremy.
“Male,” Mike guessed.
“Darth, Luke, Obi-wan.”
She pointed at him.
“Obi-wan Kenobi.”
“Alec Guinness.”
“Sir Alec Guinness.”
Miranda was lost again. She didn’t know what Sir Alec Guinness had to do with Obi-wan Kenobi. She knew him only from Lawrence of Arabia and Doctor Zhivago.
The timer had only seconds left.
Holly was laughing aloud, holding on to her ribs as she did so, but
