He felt shaggy and regretted not shaving that morning. “Sure. Sandra, want a drink?”
“Diet anything would be fine. Megan, I’ll take him to the ingate.”
“Thanks, Mom. Let’s go, Dad, I’m starved!” Megan grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the snack stand.
The line was six deep; they had time to chat. Megan bounced up and down in her shiny, black boots. Her face was sweaty, pink, excited.
“You looking forward to your class?” Bob asked.
Megan shrugged, slender shoulders moving unevenly. “I dunno. Rory’s having a hard time any more.”
“Your mom said there’s another horse here you want to look at.”
“Oh, yeah! Busta Move, oh, Daddy, he’s beautiful! And he rides so smooth and he can really jump! I mean, five-foot fences, big ones.”
I don’t want you going over five-foot fences.
“We’ll have to see, babe. That’s a lot of money, you know.”