There was a smattering of raindrops, but that was only an excuse for them to have a race. Sides heaving, the horses skidded to a halt at the paddock fence. “Me!” shouted Alonso, sliding off his pony, Bess. “Me won.” “I won,” corrected Dorrie automatically, patting Sampson’s sweaty neck. “And anyw...
I thought when the band started up again and people moved onto the dance floor it might be easier, but all that happened was the flashing lights started up again, and it became impossible to keep track of anyone for more than a split second. Bodies moved in jerky, disconnected motion, like dancer...