Chapter 8Theo
The ladies were solid with horses. That was obvious from the first moment they stepped closer to the paddocks. They were also the rare breed of adult who were excited to clean the stalls and be left to their task.
“You can turn this up if you want music,” I told them, bringing my old trusty radio out of my little office. I put it on a shelf, and Annie, the taller of the duo, immediately came to fiddle with it.
“You don’t know how much this means to us,” she murmured. “I didn’t put it in the application, but it’s been a rough year for our family. Cancer scares and deaths in the extended family. So this,” she said, nodding her head subtly to where her wife was opening the twins’ stall door, “is everything we needed right now.”
“I’m glad,” I replied honestly. “Okay, I’ll lea
