She had changed over the years, growing stronger, more muscular, and filling out behind the saddle. In a businesslike manner she cleared the rest of the jumps. ”“Such beautiful workmanship,” said Helen, examining it in ecstasy. For a second they gazed at each other.
”“You shouldn’t have pretended your mother was here. ”“No,” Helen leapt up, cringing away from him, “I couldn’t force myself on anyone, knowing this. “Lucky Mary-Jo,” sighed Sarah. It was not that Jake wouldn’t leave her, she kept saying, but he’d certainly never leave the horses, or the children, particularly in the middle of the Olympics.
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