I’d tossed and turned all night thinking about Catriona caring for Drummer. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t it have been anyone, anyone else? Dee-Dee, James, Leanne—even ancient Mrs. Bradley with Henry would be an improvement on Cat. Katy had obviously been desperate. It wasn’t until I’d eaten breakfast that I realized Katy must be missing her hunter trials. How selfish was I, worrying about Drum when poor Katy was ill in bed and missing the competitions she and Bluey had been so looking forward to? I hadn’t even asked her about them, I’d been so distracted by the thought of Cat looking after Drummer. I’d have to be grateful to Cat, I thought. I’d have to thank her! Drum would probably enjoy being taken out to the field and brought in again with Cat’s skewbald mare. Drum felt the same way about Bambi as I did about James. But why did it have to be Cat? And why did she volunteer? I kept thinking. And thinking. And I couldn’t even call her and find out about Drummer, which was just the worst thing.
