The day went pretty well for Snazzy and me. It went really well for Mrs. Ferguson, her horse and Ted. He was cleaning up in every class in his age group and beat Snazzy and me in the Open Western Pleasure Sweepstakes. Mrs. F. clapped wildly and looked flirtatiously in Andy’s direction at frequent intervals.
During the lunch break she came over and sat down on the bleachers with us. When I say with us, I really mean between us. In fact, she wedged herself in and I nearly fell off the end of the bench. Ted had come with her and sat in the row below, next to Brad.
Mrs. F. placed her hand on Andy’s thigh. “Oh, Andy,” she breathed, “don’t you just love my new horse. I’m sorry he beat your friend’s horse. Oh, I’m Johanna Ferguson, by the way,” she said, turning to me. “And you are?”
Andy was
