Swelling, Part 6

Photo by  Alex Wigan

Photo by Alex Wigan

“An equestrian conference,” says Amy, letting loose the first thing that comes to her mind. “I mean, you remember me telling you I rode as a kid, right?”

“Oh yeah,” says Heather, nodding. “What was your horse’s name again?”

“Well, it wasn’t exclusively my horse,” says Amy.

Laurie slaps Heather on the arm with the back of a hand. “It was d’Artagnan,” she says, “because her dad loved Dumas.”

“That’s right,” says Heather, nodding again.

Then, once all eyes have turned back to Amy, Laurie gives her a wink.

To be continued…

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