Storm And The Silver Bridle (2009) - Plot & Excerpts
Francoise’s arm was indeed broken. Alfonso had driven her to the hospital in Seville where they had X-rayed her and put the arm in a plaster cast before releasing her home again. Now she lay on the floral brocade sofa in the living room, with Avery and Issie fussing over her, plumping her cushions and bringing her fresh orange juice and pills to dull the pain. “This is all my fault,” Issie said. “I’m so sorry, Francoise. I shouldn’t have lost my temper when Vega said he was going to use the serreta on Storm…” “It is OK, really.” Francoise smiled. “I do not blame you — it was this stupid flamenco costume!” She smoothed down the ruffles of her dress with obvious irritation. “I could not stay on when the horse reared, with that ridiculous side-saddle and all these silly frills! Next time I shall wear my vaquero trousers!” “I agree. Flamenco dresses are not appropriate attire for fighting on horseback,” Roberto Nunez said sarcastically, as he entered the room carrying a tray laden with tea and cakes.
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