She called Sage, who urged her to stay home for the rest of the week and get better. Callan didn’t want to stay home or rest, she preferred to keep busy. But she didn’t want to risk passing the virus on to Sage or her customers, so she took the advice. The cool, cloudy grey day didn’t tempt Callan further than the living room couch. She spent the morning drinking tea with ginger and lemon and reading back issues of Western Horseman and other favorite publications. For lunch she made herself a package of chicken noodle soup and crackers. As she sat at the table looking out at the western view, the sun broke out of the clouds. Suddenly the world sparkled. Convincing herself she felt a lot better, Callan changed into her work clothes and went to the horse barn. Maybe she’d take Sapphire for a little ride. As she led her black quarter horse into the barn to tack her up, she deliberately avoided looking in the direction of Zorro’s stall.
