Stagestruck. Shelley Peterson

with you if we’d be back by then. I’m leaving tomorrow and I have nothing to do but study and I know the stuff backward. Plus it’s too nice a day to stay inside.”

      Christine smiled. “I couldn’t think of nicer company.”

      Lucy caught up with Abby between classes. “Abby! Over here!”

      “Lucy, if this is about Sam, forget it. I don’t want to hear about it.” Abby kept walking, face straight ahead. She spoke harshly. “I don’t care a thing about him, and I wish I’d never said a word about liking him again. It’s all over the school! It’s embarrassing. I’m over him, totally!”

      Lucy regarded her friend with skepticism as she kept up with her pace. “Liar. Anyway, it’s not about Sam, so you don’t have to be so touchy.”

      Abby stopped and looked at her. “What’s it about, then?”

      “Dancer. My grandfather told me that you rode him yesterday. Cool!”

      “Yeah.” Abby’s face softened. “He’s a fantastic horse. How did your grandfather hear?” Lucy’s grandfather, George Farrow, had given Abby her first job riding Moonlight Sonata.