Chapter 16: Pile-Up
The production behind us, we turned to the activities of late spring: horse shows and football practice. Hank was a frequent visitor to the house when Brad was home on weekends from school. Weekends, that is, when Hank and I, sometimes accompanied by our boyfriends, weren’t off showing horses.
“Are you guys coming to the intra squad scrimmage in two weeks?” Brad asked us as we drove home late one Sunday night from a show in Mount Pleasant.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Hank mumbled as he dozed with his head on Brad’s shoulder, arms around his waist, in the back of the super cab that pulled the horse trailer with Snazzy and one of Hank’s horses inside.
“I’ll be there,” I agreed. Just last year I had gone down to that scrimmage to confront Brad on the issues surrounding his ori
