As
dell
horse
long
ride
home
Get out your hankies, folks. Here is "Thrown."
It had been a long day. Paul felt like
talking anyway.
"Cordelle sure worked you over
today," he said to Violet, buckled in the back seat, eyes
closed.
"The first time she threw you, I
wondered if you'd get back on that stupid horse. The second time..."
He took a deep breath. "I called home. Mom's meeting us there,
OK?"
Violet didn't answer. And she never
would. Paul didn't need to talk to his daughter. But
pretending that his 15-year-old "baby" would wake up again
was all that kept him between the lines on the long ride to the
hospital.
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