Magny said. “Where is he?” “Who?” “You know who? Number Four.” “I think he’s down at the stable.” “Well,” Magny said, bounding out of her chair. “What are we sitting in here for?” Ashlynne rolled her eyes. “Really, Mag, who did you come here to see, me or him?” “Well…” Magny scrunched up her face as if she was giving it some serious thought, and then laughed. “You, of course. After all, you’re leaving next week.” “Don’t remind me.” “You may as well make the best of it,” Magny said. “I don’t want to make the best of it!” “I know, Lynnie. I’m sorry.” She blew out an exaggerated sigh, her hands clasped over her heart. “It’s so difficult, being a woman.” Ashlynne burst out laughing, amused, as always, by Magny’s theatrics. “What would I do without you?” “I can’t imagine.” “Me, either.” “Good. Now, can we go look for Number Four?” They found him in the corral, exercising a new stallion Ashlynne’s father had purchased from a breeder on Earth.
