Golden Filly Collection One
““We’ll see you at the track.” Marge paused just before going out the door. “Trish, be careful. You know I…” She shook her head, her forehead furrowing again. “David, just make sure she’s safe.”
“Don’t worry, Mom. You take care of Dad.” David gently pushed her out the door. “We’ll be fine.”
Marge nodded, obviously not convinced. She dropped a quick kiss on both David’s and Trish’s cheeks and left.
Trish’s deep breath seemed to give her butterflies a boost instead of calming them. Saved again, she thought. Maybe if we keep postponing, she’ll forget to holler at me. No, if there was one thing her mother did well, it was worry about Trish’s racing.
She chewed on her lip. “Oh no! My silks. They’re not dry.”
“Well, you better get a move on,” David shouted from his room, where he’d gone to change clothes.
“Yes, Mother.” Trish stuck out her tongue. He sounded too much like Mom for comfort. The list of all she needed to take ran through her mind as she hurried to the laundry room.
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