Now from the sight of Boyle riding hard to meet him at a full gallop, there was undoubtedly going to be some more bad news that he would have to deal ...ith. Why was everyone always looking towards him when there was a decision to be made?Boyle whipped off a snappy salute as he rode up to Rowan. This was something else that was really beginning to irritate him; they were old friends, too long fast chums for this sort of formality, but Boyle thought that this sort of ritual was good for the. " Phyllis paused for amoment. "He had told me he had an interview the next morning, buthe didn't say where it was or with whom. I just assumed he must havegot the job and an advance on his salary, because, right on scheduleand to my surprise, his support check arrived in the mail. However,I haven't seen your father or heard from him, since he stormed outof here that night." That doesn't sound like daddy at all." agreed Becky."I know. And that worries me even more." said Phyllis. "I only wishI. .. and what you have is what gets spent.'Wendy?' Mom was in my brain.'Mother?''Your language is unbecoming to a girl of your tender years. You know what is going to happen when you get home?''FUCK!''See?'I paid the man and started to get off the boat. Mom was going to clean up my act ... I hate the taste of soap."Where do you think you're going?" Home." Nope ... I need you to go. Someone has to steer the other boat."Since I was pis ... upset with mother, I said, "How much you going to pay me?". If I rejected her, she could just say it was a game. We were passing the barn and she is surprised when I stopped, pushed open the barn door, and pushed her inside. Before she had a chance to say anything I followed her in and switched on a light. There were a couple of rows of stalls, four to a side. I walked briskly down the row between the stalls, checking each side as I went. She followed slowly, I was looking at the foals. When she reached the end of the row, I was standing next to an open.