Chapter Twenty Three
Consignment
“Please do come in, Mr. Hammond,” said Mistress Wright to Dori’s father. “I’m so glad to see you again.”
“Same here,” said Hammond. “I had planned to visit you before but work just kept getting in the way. How’s Dori?”
“She’s fine, and doing quite well,” said Wright, going around her polished desk and sitting in her high-backed leather chair.
“Great. I was sure that you would be able to straighten her out.”
“Oh yes,” Wright said with a smile. “She has taken to the program better than we could have hoped. She is easily in the top five percent who seem to just…I’m not sure what the right term might be…they just seem to have it in their nature to adapt to the equestrian life, if you know what I mean.”
“I’m sure,” said Hammond, resting his chin in his ha
