Nobody showed up to run with me, and I was glad. I needed time to think and running always cleared my head. I jogged down the driveway, turned right and let everything that happened during the past week flow through my mind. Lunch with Harry when he came and joined me on his own, Vicky’s problems with her family, the visit to Mrs. Bartlett’s, leading the cross-country team—the list went on and on and on. When I returned home, I didn’t have any solutions, but I felt more at peace with myself and the world. I could handle whatever life threw at me. I always managed somehow. Even if I didn’t know what to do about Bill or how to teach Twaziem how to trust guys, an answer would come. I changed to my boots and went down to the barn to help with night chores. I took my horse out to the closest paddock to graze so we could do his stall. Jack was already mucking when I returned, so I cleaned out the manger. Twaz didn’t need another bale of grass hay. He had about six flakes left, so I added four more.
