suit.
“Very good!” he said. “Who did this? Can I have the recipe?”
“I did,” Veronica said, raising her hand. Then noticing a scowl from Stevie, she corrected herself. “Actually our
cook
made it. I’ll have her send Dorothy the recipe.”
“No,” Dorothy said. “Have her send it to Nigel. He’s a much better cook than I am.”
“But you’re better at microwaving than I am,” he teased her.
“Look! Their very first fight!” Stevie exclaimed.
Then everybody laughed.
Before too long, it was time for Dorothy and Nigel to leave. They had to get him to the airport for a six o’clock flight to Italy, and Dorothy had to drive back to Long Island to take care of her horses and explain to her mother why she wasn’t getting married next Saturday.
All the members of Horse Wise pitched in to help with the cleanup, but it didn’t turn out to be much work. Most of the food had been eaten, and with Max’s approval, they decided to leave the flowers on the grape arbor for a day or so until they wilted. There were chairs to be folded, paper cups to be thrownaway, and soda bottles to be recycled. The party goers had been neat, so there wasn’t a lot of garbage.
By the time the last paper cup had been routed out from where it was wedged under the fence, Adam Levine showed up with the pictures from the wedding. He’d taken them to a one-hour photo place, and they were all ready!
“Look! There are the bridesmaids!”
“You look so great!”
“Not as great as the bride!”
“Oh, Adam, you got a picture of Comanche trying to nip at Delilah!” That had been a tense moment in the wedding. Fortunately, Nigel was such a good rider that he’d controlled the horse perfectly. Judge Gavin wouldn’t have known what to do if Delilah had gotten into a battle!
“And look! There they are, kissing!”
They were. It was a sweet photograph of Dorothy and Nigel, taken while the two of them were on horseback, newly wed and kissing.
“But what’s Delilah looking at there?” somebody asked. “While all this kissing is going on, she seems to be staring off into the distance. I wonder what she sees.”
Carole looked at the picture and then showed it to Lisa and Stevie. There wasn’t any question whatDelilah was looking at. Her eyes were glued to Geronimo.
“Ooooooh, I love weddings!” one of the young riders cooed.
Stevie, Lisa, and Carole couldn’t have agreed more. They just weren’t sure that anybody else knew exactly who—or what—had gotten married that day!
T HE THREE GIRLS were sprawled around Carole’s living room later that day, too tired to do anything but talk. Stevie had claimed Colonel Hanson’s recliner. Carole lay on the sofa, and Lisa had taken some pillows to make herself a soft spot on the floor. What they were waiting for was eight P.M ., when Skye Ransom’s television wedding was due to take place. They had some time before then. They had things to say to one another.
“We’re terrific, you know,” Stevie said modestly.
“Yeah,” Lisa agreed.
“Right,” said Carole. “We can accomplish anything. I mean, we did weeks and weeks worth of organizingwork for Max just this last week, and that gave Max enough time to get us tickets to go to the horse show, which was absolutely wonderful.…”
“What did you say?” Colonel Hanson asked, walking into the living room with a very large bowl of popcorn, some glasses, and some soda. The girls abandoned their comfortable spots to be near the popcorn bowl. That allowed the colonel to reclaim his recliner.
“I said we did a lot of work for Max this week so he would have time to get us the tickets to the show.”
“Hmmm. Very interesting.”
“What’s interesting, Dad?” Carole asked.
“It’s interesting that he called me a week ago and said he had the tickets, and would it be all right for you to go with him. He also said he was calling Stevie’s and Lisa’s parents.”
“You mean a week ago like last
“Very good!” he said. “Who did this? Can I have the recipe?”
“I did,” Veronica said, raising her hand. Then noticing a scowl from Stevie, she corrected herself. “Actually our
cook
made it. I’ll have her send Dorothy the recipe.”
“No,” Dorothy said. “Have her send it to Nigel. He’s a much better cook than I am.”
“But you’re better at microwaving than I am,” he teased her.
“Look! Their very first fight!” Stevie exclaimed.
Then everybody laughed.
Before too long, it was time for Dorothy and Nigel to leave. They had to get him to the airport for a six o’clock flight to Italy, and Dorothy had to drive back to Long Island to take care of her horses and explain to her mother why she wasn’t getting married next Saturday.
All the members of Horse Wise pitched in to help with the cleanup, but it didn’t turn out to be much work. Most of the food had been eaten, and with Max’s approval, they decided to leave the flowers on the grape arbor for a day or so until they wilted. There were chairs to be folded, paper cups to be thrownaway, and soda bottles to be recycled. The party goers had been neat, so there wasn’t a lot of garbage.
By the time the last paper cup had been routed out from where it was wedged under the fence, Adam Levine showed up with the pictures from the wedding. He’d taken them to a one-hour photo place, and they were all ready!
“Look! There are the bridesmaids!”
“You look so great!”
“Not as great as the bride!”
“Oh, Adam, you got a picture of Comanche trying to nip at Delilah!” That had been a tense moment in the wedding. Fortunately, Nigel was such a good rider that he’d controlled the horse perfectly. Judge Gavin wouldn’t have known what to do if Delilah had gotten into a battle!
“And look! There they are, kissing!”
They were. It was a sweet photograph of Dorothy and Nigel, taken while the two of them were on horseback, newly wed and kissing.
“But what’s Delilah looking at there?” somebody asked. “While all this kissing is going on, she seems to be staring off into the distance. I wonder what she sees.”
Carole looked at the picture and then showed it to Lisa and Stevie. There wasn’t any question whatDelilah was looking at. Her eyes were glued to Geronimo.
“Ooooooh, I love weddings!” one of the young riders cooed.
Stevie, Lisa, and Carole couldn’t have agreed more. They just weren’t sure that anybody else knew exactly who—or what—had gotten married that day!
T HE THREE GIRLS were sprawled around Carole’s living room later that day, too tired to do anything but talk. Stevie had claimed Colonel Hanson’s recliner. Carole lay on the sofa, and Lisa had taken some pillows to make herself a soft spot on the floor. What they were waiting for was eight P.M ., when Skye Ransom’s television wedding was due to take place. They had some time before then. They had things to say to one another.
“We’re terrific, you know,” Stevie said modestly.
“Yeah,” Lisa agreed.
“Right,” said Carole. “We can accomplish anything. I mean, we did weeks and weeks worth of organizingwork for Max just this last week, and that gave Max enough time to get us tickets to go to the horse show, which was absolutely wonderful.…”
“What did you say?” Colonel Hanson asked, walking into the living room with a very large bowl of popcorn, some glasses, and some soda. The girls abandoned their comfortable spots to be near the popcorn bowl. That allowed the colonel to reclaim his recliner.
“I said we did a lot of work for Max this week so he would have time to get us the tickets to the show.”
“Hmmm. Very interesting.”
“What’s interesting, Dad?” Carole asked.
“It’s interesting that he called me a week ago and said he had the tickets, and would it be all right for you to go with him. He also said he was calling Stevie’s and Lisa’s parents.”
“You mean a week ago like last
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