Chapter 43

“It’s all set, then.” Jorge came over and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “How about I meet you at T.G.I. Friday’s off Ann Arbor-Saline about six?”

“Okay,” I managed to get out. His arm seemed to be radiating more heat than the furnace in the auditorium.

“You guys have fun,” Dick said.

Yeah, right—fun, I thought.

* * * *

I was already in bed when Andy came in.

“What time is it?” I asked sleepily.

“A little after one. I’m dead on my feet: three foals and a breech calf. Why these beasts have to wait until night to have trouble giving birth—” Andy sat on the bed and pulled off his boots . Jake got up from the trundle, pushing his big head in for a scratch, while Jester tried valiantly to crawl onto Andy’s lap.