No Horse Wanted by Melange Books LLC

Author:Melange Books, LLC
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horses, investment, eventing, car, young girl, 16, birthday present, pet, animal rescue, unwanted, sixteen, book series, animal abuse, calf roping, teen girl, reluctant, buy car, 16th birthday, 1968 mustang, no horse wanted, nurse back to health, rehabilitating, sell horse, shamrock stable, shannon kennedy, sixteenth birthday, win her heart

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Friday, September 20th, 10:25 p.m.

I was finishing my algebra homework when I heard a key in the front door. I closed my math book and got up from the kitchen table to walk into the hall. I spotted Vicky’s mom sliding out of her coat. “Hi.”

She stopped and stared. “Robin, what are you doing here?”

“Babysitting,” I said. “Vicky can’t get kicked off cheer, Mrs. Miller.”

Utter silence while she opened and closed her mouth like a fish. I folded my arms and waited. Her mom looked like an old-age version of my best friend, but I’d never catch Vicky in a green tuxedo style shirt and black slacks and shoes. Brown-haired, brown-eyed, five-feet-six, her mother looked old and tired under the cosmetics she wore.

“I got called in to work,” Mrs. Miller said, “and I needed Vicky to take care of the kids today until her dad got here.”

“Well, guess what? He didn’t show up. And Vick missed the assembly at school today so her cheer coach was majorly pissed. If she’d missed the game too, Ms. Walker would have suspended her.” I wasn’t about to cut this woman any slack. She dumped all the crap on my friend, and Vicky barely had a life anymore.

“So, you came to look after the kids so Vicky could go.” Mrs. Miller pasted on a smile and reached into her purse. “That was really nice of you. What do I owe you?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Vick owes me. You don’t. I did all of Vick’s other chores, too. I made dinner, cleaned the kitchen, did four loads of laundry, and put it away. The kids went to bed at eight.”

“Their bedtime is ten on Friday nights,” Mrs. Miller said.

“I know. They told me, but when they started the pushing, shoving, hitting, and kicking the crap out of each other over the TV remote, I did baths and put them to bed,” I said. “Next Friday, it’ll be seven. Vick’s your maid or slave. I’m not.”

More gulping. If she was a fish, I’d have thrown water on her so she didn’t die. I dug out my phone to text Jack. We’d already agreed that he was to leave Vicky at our house if he had to tie her up and chuck her in my closet. “Your dinner’s in the microwave. You just need to nuke it.”

“Where is Vicky? The game must be over by now.”

“At my house,” I said. “You can pick her up at Shamrock Stable tomorrow after she does her internship hours.”

“She can’t go to the barn. She was supposed to call and cancel that. Who will take care of the kids?”

I tapped my foot. This woman was seriously annoying me. I didn’t care what my parents said about being diplomatic. With some people, it just didn’t work. “Really? Do you plan to have Vick fail all three core classes when she screws up her Sophomore Project for you and her father?”

No answer. Had I expected one?

I went back to the little dining area off the kitchen and gathered up my books and backpack.

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