Baffled, I circle the stable yard. I came to help exercise Charlie, but there’s no sign of her. Or of Oliver, that Dad usually rides.
In fact, I find I’m enjoying riding. Charlotte’s pregnancy has given me a good excuse for it. And I get to kill two birds with one stone.
Keep myself in Charlotte and Mitch’s good books…
Now I’m finally making progress…
Now I’m making progress…Where are the horses?
I wander back to the house, closed up, locked up, shuttered up.
What’s going on?
Where are they?
Where they?And for the dozenth time, I curse the phone I left by the bedside this morning when, running late…
Again…
… I rushed off for work.
But isn’t morning s*x sweet?
But isn’t morning s*x Idly wandering around, I scan the view, then spot, down the mountain meadow, Charlie and Oliver,
