Swelling, Part 6
“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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