88Becca arrived back at the inn mid-morning, and when she walked through the door, she was surprised to see two of her horse pictures propped behind the registration desk.
“Oh, Becca. I hope you don't mind.” Gaby turned and looked at the watercolors depicting the little foal and the mare. “I think they brighten up the place.”
Becca smiled. “Absolutely. And please, keep them. But why didn't you put the other one up?”
“I felt funny just grabbing these two. The other one is magnificent and I didn't want to damage it.” She spread her hands.
“Nonsense. Let's put that one up too.”
“Great! How'd it go with Oscar?” Gaby pursed her lips.
“Fine. He's writing me a letter, countering Dr. Diane's claims that I'm a danger to myself. So, perhaps I'm not crazy.”
“Wonderful!” Gaby's eyes shone.
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