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work. I feel perfectly fine you know. I hope Trey didn’t
tell Ray to schedule me somewhere boring, like over at the
Belle.”
“ Well, whatever you're
instructed to do, Tylar, it’s for your own good. Keep that in mind,
you hear?”
“ Yes, Mom,” I
teased.
Pulling down the long
drive at the Sinclair estate, I spotted Clint and Luke out in the
pasture, exercising Ariel and the brown chestnut, Socrates. Both
horses were being worked to race at the track over at the Belle.
Denise tapped her horn, getting Luke and Clint’s attention. I waved
eagerly at them from the passenger seat. Clint recognized me
immediately, pulling off his hat and waving it back and forth while
Socrates, startled by the car horn, pranced.
“ I can hardly wait to ride
again! I want to help them get the quarters ready for this
weekend’s races.”
“ Well I wouldn’t count on
doing that anytime soon, hon.”
“ What do you mean Denise?”
I turned to look at her .
“ It’s just that when Trey
came by early this morning to speak with Ray, uhh, I did hear a few
things.”
“ Spill it, Denise! I mean
it.”
“ He instructed Ray that
under no circumstances were you to be working in the stables,
exercising the horses, or even pleasure riding until further
notice.”
“ What?” I exclaimed. “What
will I do, then?”
“ I think maybe you'll be
working over at the Belle,” she said, almost inaudibly.
“ Oh, God! Dressing up and
giving tours? No way, no fucking way!”
“ No, no,” she assured
me.
I felt some
relief.
“ I think you're scheduled
to work in the main building.”
Oh great. I'd be bored
stiff over there. There were just old ladies in that building
working the gift shop, restaurant, and special event planning. I
looked over at Denise.
“ It won’t be forever, hon.
He’s just worried about you after what you’ve been through and all.
I heard him tell Ray about your nightmares. I really do think it
shook Trey up. I’ve never seen him so concerned about anyone like
he is with you. Seems to me he’s quite protective of you,
sweetie.”
I gave her a sidelong
glance, with an unspoken Puleeze .
“ I don’t care if you
believe me or not, you’ll see in time.”
“ I had a concussion,
Denise. Of course I was having dreams, nightmares, whatever. But
there was nothing on those discharge papers saying anything about
me not riding or working around horses.”
“ He’s just being a bit
over-protective, sweetie, you know after that accident back there
in—” She stopped abruptly, realizing that she'd said too
much.
“ C’mon Denise, finish what
you started. I’ve already heard some rumors about him and a fiancée
that ditched him tell me what else you know.”
“ Listen Tylar, if you want
to know what happened ask Trey; I don't like to talk out of
turn."
That was the end of the
conversation.
My cottage was stuffy from
being closed up for so many days. I immediately opened the large
front window to circulate the air. Ray had put my pay envelope on
the breakfast bar, along with some mail that had arrived for me
over the course of the last week. I had to make it last since there
wouldn’t be a check coming Monday for this week.
I relaxed on the couch,
reminiscing about our house in Kentucky and what it had been like
growing up there. I'd always been given chores. By the time I
turned seven years old my chores included doing the dishes, taking
the trash out, cleaning my room, and folding my own laundry. By the
time I reached 13 years old, I was responsible for cleaning the
whole house on Saturdays, earning $20 a week.
I liked Saturdays because
Mom would allow me to have my new best friend Laurie over on Friday
night to spend the night with me. Laurie’s mom, Mona, and my mom
were good friends. Mona was about the only female friend that I
remembered Mom having. They lived five blocks from us. Laurie would
come home from school with me on Fridays. After Mom got off work,
she'd bring a pizza home for us
tell Ray to schedule me somewhere boring, like over at the
Belle.”
“ Well, whatever you're
instructed to do, Tylar, it’s for your own good. Keep that in mind,
you hear?”
“ Yes, Mom,” I
teased.
Pulling down the long
drive at the Sinclair estate, I spotted Clint and Luke out in the
pasture, exercising Ariel and the brown chestnut, Socrates. Both
horses were being worked to race at the track over at the Belle.
Denise tapped her horn, getting Luke and Clint’s attention. I waved
eagerly at them from the passenger seat. Clint recognized me
immediately, pulling off his hat and waving it back and forth while
Socrates, startled by the car horn, pranced.
“ I can hardly wait to ride
again! I want to help them get the quarters ready for this
weekend’s races.”
“ Well I wouldn’t count on
doing that anytime soon, hon.”
“ What do you mean Denise?”
I turned to look at her .
“ It’s just that when Trey
came by early this morning to speak with Ray, uhh, I did hear a few
things.”
“ Spill it, Denise! I mean
it.”
“ He instructed Ray that
under no circumstances were you to be working in the stables,
exercising the horses, or even pleasure riding until further
notice.”
“ What?” I exclaimed. “What
will I do, then?”
“ I think maybe you'll be
working over at the Belle,” she said, almost inaudibly.
“ Oh, God! Dressing up and
giving tours? No way, no fucking way!”
“ No, no,” she assured
me.
I felt some
relief.
“ I think you're scheduled
to work in the main building.”
Oh great. I'd be bored
stiff over there. There were just old ladies in that building
working the gift shop, restaurant, and special event planning. I
looked over at Denise.
“ It won’t be forever, hon.
He’s just worried about you after what you’ve been through and all.
I heard him tell Ray about your nightmares. I really do think it
shook Trey up. I’ve never seen him so concerned about anyone like
he is with you. Seems to me he’s quite protective of you,
sweetie.”
I gave her a sidelong
glance, with an unspoken Puleeze .
“ I don’t care if you
believe me or not, you’ll see in time.”
“ I had a concussion,
Denise. Of course I was having dreams, nightmares, whatever. But
there was nothing on those discharge papers saying anything about
me not riding or working around horses.”
“ He’s just being a bit
over-protective, sweetie, you know after that accident back there
in—” She stopped abruptly, realizing that she'd said too
much.
“ C’mon Denise, finish what
you started. I’ve already heard some rumors about him and a fiancée
that ditched him tell me what else you know.”
“ Listen Tylar, if you want
to know what happened ask Trey; I don't like to talk out of
turn."
That was the end of the
conversation.
My cottage was stuffy from
being closed up for so many days. I immediately opened the large
front window to circulate the air. Ray had put my pay envelope on
the breakfast bar, along with some mail that had arrived for me
over the course of the last week. I had to make it last since there
wouldn’t be a check coming Monday for this week.
I relaxed on the couch,
reminiscing about our house in Kentucky and what it had been like
growing up there. I'd always been given chores. By the time I
turned seven years old my chores included doing the dishes, taking
the trash out, cleaning my room, and folding my own laundry. By the
time I reached 13 years old, I was responsible for cleaning the
whole house on Saturdays, earning $20 a week.
I liked Saturdays because
Mom would allow me to have my new best friend Laurie over on Friday
night to spend the night with me. Laurie’s mom, Mona, and my mom
were good friends. Mona was about the only female friend that I
remembered Mom having. They lived five blocks from us. Laurie would
come home from school with me on Fridays. After Mom got off work,
she'd bring a pizza home for us
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