"Delia," Meg sniffed. "I am a human being. I am not stupid. In fact, Daddy thinks I'm very intelligent. I know that horse is just fine, just 'cos you're too wimpy to ride such a huge one..."
She hung up.
Later, the two of them met at the shops, like they usually did on a Saturday afternoon. They talked over sugar-free juices in the food court before they got back onto the subject of horses.
"Now, as for shopping." She reached into the diamonte-studded pocket of her bleached, tight jeans. "I made a list." With a crackle, she flipped open a sheet of lilac paper and began to read.
"Item one: some of those gorgeous jeans I see the world-class riders wearing. With the fringy bits and the sparkly things, and of course a huge leather belt with a shiny silver buckle for accessories. Item two: some of those cute-as shoes they wear, with a pointed toe. Only, I want a lot more heel than you see those riders wearing. Items three, four, five, six, seven, down to fifty-four: riding shirts with blouses and neckties, in all different colours and styles. Particularly important is the Sailor Navy, Sapphire Dream, and Lolly Lilac styles."
Delia's eyebrows had hit the roof. "Meg, darling," she said placatingly, "That's really lovely, but, you forgot some of the essentials."
"Well...you'll need some sun protection, and probably a helmet while you're learning, you know; get a helmet and a Western hat. And you need some paddock boots, for mucking out and poop-scooping the paddocks..."
"Yes, dear. And also, I really need to go with you to see that horse."
Shoppers were pushing past them impatiently. Meg ignored them. "And why is that?"
"I'm fine, Delia. I can buy a horse on my own, you know. It really isn't that hard."
With that, she wiggled her way into the crowd and was caught up in the stream, leaving Delia standing, staring open-mouthed after her friend.
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