I still had Delaney to ride, and Isis to retrain, lessons to give my eight students, the daily running of my barn, clothes to pack, elephants to study, Matt to cry over late at night, and a week to get it all done. The next two people I swore to secrecy were my mother and Reese. They were both appalled. No, Reese was appalled, my mother was just horrified. Again. But I needed my mother for moral support and maternal advice, and my brother to take care of the horses while I was gone. “Running away from your problems is not the way to solve them,” my mother lectured me. We were in her kitchen again, and she had decided to make several batches of sticky buns for me to take on the plane. You know how well sticky buns travel. “I’m actually running away with my problems,” I said. “Matt will be going, too.” “And his girlfriend?” my mother pursued. “Is she—” “Don’t call her his girlfriend,” I interrupted her. “What, then?” my mother asked, pouring lots of syrup and pecans into the pan, the way I like it.
What do You think about Still Life With Elephant (2007)?
