. . I TOOK MY TIME WALKING FROM LAST period to my room instead of racing to spend more time at the stable. I didn’t know if I was ready for Mr. Conner’s decision yet. I opened the door to my room. “Hey, roomie!” “Hey, what’s that—” “I made you tea!” Khloe interrupted, practically jumping up and down. “I remembered what you told me the other day about chamomile being calming? I thought you could use that before going to the stable.” “Wow! Khloe, omigosh, that was so sweet. I’ve rambled on and on to you about so much tea stuff, I can’t believe you even remembered that.” Our coffee table had two steaming mugs of tea on my favorite Kate Spade coasters—pink with silver polka dots. I sat on the carpeted floor across the table from Khloe. “I hope you’re not mad that I used your stuff,” she said. “I was trying to think of the thing that would make you feel the most calm and voilá. I thought of tea!” “Of course not—I don’t care about that stuff,”
