Stables S.O.S. by Janet Rising

Author:Janet Rising
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc.
Published: 2012-10-19T04:00:00+00:00

When I got home Mom and Mike were out. There was no bike outside, so I assumed they’d gone on an evening motorcycle ride in the country somewhere, which is what they’re into. I’ve come to terms with my mom wearing leather biker gear. Sort of. I suppose it could be worse. I mean, Bean’s family are all into music and the arts, making a mess and being noisy all over the house. At least Mom and Mike disappear on the bike. They don’t ride it all around the living room, getting in the way and preventing me from hearing the TV.

What a day, I thought, doing my best to forget it. First our Bambi plan not going—well, to plan—and then Dad and Skinny Lynny showing up and talking about buying one of the houses at Laurel Heights. Talk about poo central. I couldn’t see any way we could possibly save the stables. Everything was happening despite our efforts.

I had chickened out of seeing Drummer again. I couldn’t face his comments when Bambi told him about Aunt P’s plans for her next week. I’d face that particular trial tomorrow. And besides, I remembered, I could always “forget” to take Epona with me, even though that was just deferring Drum’s wrath and being very, very cowardly. I felt a bit cowardly, to be honest. Everything was starting to get to me.

Going upstairs to my room, I switched on my computer out of habit, angrily throwing all my stables clothes in a heap on the floor, stepping on my jodhpurs to get them off my legs. I felt I couldn’t be bothered with anything anymore.

The computer beeped, and I glanced at the screen. I had mail.

My email icon was blinking at me.

I emailed Alex Willard, I remembered, my heart doing a flip.

Is it a good blink or a disappointment blink? I thought. Scared to open it, I struggled into my jeans and a sweatshirt, staring at the icon, putting off the moment, my throat suddenly dry.

It might not even be from Alex, I thought. But what if it was? Well, I thought, if it is from Alex, he’s already written it, so hesitating won’t change what’s inside. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest as I clicked the cursor on the icon and my email screen flipped open, revealing the email address to be Alex’s. It’s probably from his secretary, I thought, giving me a standard reply to my begging letter. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

It wasn’t from Alex’s secretary. It was from Alex.

Dear Pia, I read. Thank you for your email, it was lovely to hear from you. I was interested to learn about the site of an old house in your ponies’ field and do have a contact at one of the TV companies who may be interested in getting a team of archaeologists to take a look. She produces the show Time Detectives, which you may have seen (she also produced a show I made about equine behavior, which is how I know her!).

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