After class I go to my parents’ riding school. They need some help around the place and I need to fix the barn, as I’ve promised to do all summer… but with the colder weather coming up, it really needs to be done now.
Of course, as I’m standing there, hammering on a plank and about ready to paint it, it starts to pour. The temperature plummets and I quickly get into the barn.
Dad comes out of the storage shed, joining me in the doorway of the barn. “Right on time.”
“I wasn’t able to paint it yet. But it’s fixed.” I lean back against a box, and the horse in it nuzzles my shoulder. I reach up and run my hand over her nose. “It should keep the weather out, for now. But I’ll have to paint it over the weekend or something, we can’t keep it like this.”
“I know. Thanks anyway. I can’t do ever
