A Mare and Bilinguals Ch4Ironically enough, the next time I saw Tristan was at the racetrack. No, not the raceway, the racetrack. The one with horses and betting and tiny people in funny outfits. At sixteen, I still wasn't allowed to bet or drink or smoke. So, I did something that brought me back to my childhood on the farm. I went to see the horses. There were jockeys all around the stables, so short they made me feel like an Amazonian warrior. On the other hand, almost all of the trainers were obnoxiously tall. I passed the stables and walked straight to the small, fenced-in ring where a chestnut mare grazed on a small patch of grass. Climbing onto the bott
A Girl Departs Ch3Looking back, the summer of 2003 was one of my favorites. My father had gotten partial custody of my little brother and I finally had someone close to my own age to play with. It was a whole year after the crash that had brought my dad's career to an abrupt end and Tristan had long since been forgiven. I still remember the day I left as if it happened only yesterday. I was eight years old and therefore old enough to fly as an accompanied minor. There was a large crowd in the airport to see me offmy father, uncle, brother, and grandparents as well as Tristan and his mother. I didn't know why, but everyone seemed sadder than in year
The Mind of a Young Girl Ch2The crash wasn't bad exactly. Just a little run-in with the median that ran along the side of the track. My father's Chevy was totaled, but he walked away with only a broken arm and a few cracked ribs. Tristan's radar had kicked back in after the first accident and before I knew it, I was on his back, running down the bleachers. "Tristan, where are we going?" I shouted over the roaring din around us. Due to a recent event involving Milk Duds and the Tooth Fairy, my question came out as, "Twisthtan, whewe awe we gowing?" He laughed at my temporary lisp. "We're going to get ice cream!" he exclaimed. "What about Daddy?" Hesitating, Tri
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