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“Mitch, can I leave Charlotte with you for a while? She’s a bit upset and I need a word with Michael.”
Her lips move to ask the question, but I wriggle fingers, head-pointing her to Charlotte, and without a pause, she switches lanes. “Of course you can, James. Here, Jenny, have some peppermint tea. It’s wonderful for calming you down.”
Now…
How to deal with this?
Tell it like it is…
Arming myself with a couple of cans of beer, I find Michael where I expect to, out by the old stables, working on, as luck would have it, the new stables.
I flip the tab on one, offer the other. “How's it going?”
“Pretty well. You could have a look around and see if it looks okay to you. You’re the horse expert, not me.”
I stroll around. The stables themselves are looking good with well-boarded s
