“You want to slide your hand through here like this and then just rub the comb in circles.” Jace demonstrated the curry comb on Pepper’s flank.
Ginny looked doubtful. “But it’s all pokey. Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Nope. See, she likes it. It’s like getting a massage. Just be sure not to use it on her legs or head.”
“I can do that.”
Jace helped her onto a stool so she’d be at the right height and handed over the comb. “That’s it, you’ve got it.”
He moved over to check on Austin. “How you coming with Rupert?”
“Pretty good.”
Satisfied the kids were occupied, Jace took a seat and began polishing up the wagon harnesses. Ginny kept up a steady commentary talking to Pepper, giving a repeat of the same play-by-play she’d given him when he’d picked them up from school. Her brother stayed silent, on
