Chapter Seven: One Last Guess
I woke up on the day of my first guess from a nightmare where I was strapped to a frame with my legs spread and my wife was walking toward me with something that looked like a bolt cutter in her hands. That was going to be my reality if my brain didn’t come up with the right name.
She had given me three more hints over the past three days that had been of questionable help. I knew for sure from her previous hint that it didn’t start with ‘N’ and now I was pretty sure that I could stay away from ‘E’ and ‘K’. Yesterdays hint had scared me because she told me that, in addition to her choice being clever, it was a real registered horse name. I knew that real horse names couldn’t have blatant s****l innuendos in them so that did eliminate choices like ‘Hump No Mo
