“SO, YOU SEE, MIKE, we need to raise money to fund the therapeutic riding stable.” Melanie pointed to the presentation we brought with us to Mike’s Auto Shop on the corner of Main Street and Highway 4 in Sunnydale. It was a gas station and a fix-it shop. “With your donation, we will be able to provide an experience that will help these children.” I paced behind Mike as Melanie finished. She had more experience in fundraising money for things than I did. She came from old money in New York where her mother raised money for a charity like it was as easy as painting toenails. I was a simple country girl, in comparison.
Mike tossed the towel over his shoulder before stuffing his hands in the pockets of his coveralls. He leaned against the counter with his belly starting to get the middle age
