Miss Columbine’s life changed the day she met a man called Harley Quin.
He was tall, dark, handsome and imposing. And he found the synergy between their names amusing enough to sweep her off her feet and wine and dine her.
When they had progressed to coffee and superlative brandy she dimpled.
“Has the joke worn off yet?”
He looked at her vivid little face and smiled.
“Some time ago. But I’m still intrigued. Shall we see where this goes?”
He wooed her throughout the winter.
On a bright spring morning, Miss Columbine married Harley Quin.