Chapter Forty-Five
I felt light and full of joy and relief. The performance was long over, and it had been so long over that the actors and actresses were rehearsing for their next performance. The warm spring air was barely budding, you could tell by the weather, how the cold wasn’t as cold, and the wind was gentler now on your skin. Sweet Demon was surely feeling it, trotting gaily in his paddock, then running, and then bucking, his head held high, nostrils flared with excitement. I stood on the fence and watched him. He looked as good as I felt. Things were so good. I actually had money in my pocket. From the managers too no less! It was a pathetic little amount, just some coins but it was still money all the same and best of all, it meant that Sweet Demon would stay at the stables! The stable
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