”“And then the accident, the knee reconstruction and the burden’s mine.”“But that article in Australian Equestrian. You said your dream was ...etting the best horse and winning one of the majors.”Sarah giggled, kind of endearingly. “You’ve read about me.”“Well, I kind of like you. Until I found out you were a fucking horse thief.”“I really don’t want your horse, Annie.”“But that article?”“Marketing. Controlling my image, the fucking interview was scripted.”“Your dad?”“Yeah. He means well, but. Alex pondered and asked Matt if he was sure. He nodded furiously. “Well honey, if you are sure then I would love to have a coffee with you” said Alexis and gave him a big smile. When he told the guys he had made a move they laughed. He didn’t really understand what was funny but didn’t make a comment. The next night Matt and Alexis did their workout and then went and changed. Matt sat waiting for her and when she walked out of the change rooms his jaw dropped and he stared. She had changed into. I drove to the home depot with an idea, not a plan. I bought two twelve foot long, 1x10 dressed fir boards. Then I rolled them to the table saw and had them cut into approximately four foot lengths. The shelves would be about four feet long and nine inches wide. Then I bought some eight inch concrete blocks. I figured I could use any extras in the yard so I bought twenty five. I didn’t mind building a desk, and shelves. I could easily reconfigure the desk, when Janet got tired of living with me. Well, she scares me." What do you mean?" I thought I was a victim because I allowed myself to be hurt, and because I tried to follow the rules. I thought as long as I had negative emotions-- guilt, sorrow, hurt-- then people could take advantage of me. So I threw all of that off, threw off all of my inhibitions, and became the same thing that Matt was: a monster. I hated him, but I also realized that he wasn't a victim because he didn't feel guilt." What are you saying, Lissa?" I might as well.