“I’m afraid you haven’t got thrush,” he said. He’s a good lad; admires you no end; got your picture on his wall; says you’re the only rider worth bothering about. “How are you?” he said. It was open.
For a mad moment of panic he thought it might be Helen ringing back. “Did they run it today? They must have held it back for the Horse of the Year. She’s got a new boyfriend named Colonel Carter. Macaulay loathed getting up early, at the best of times.
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