"Earth to Lacey." Lacey jerked.
"What?" She asked. She hung the hose on the rack and took a sweat scraper from the hanging basket nearby. "I wasn't listenting." She mumbled quickly making sure the horse was dry enough to return to his stall.
Vicky made an inaudible sound.
"I said are you going to braid my horse for the show this weekend?" I hate you. Lacey thought to herself but instead the answer she gave was that she'd be happy to braid her horses mane for the show. The show that she wouldn't get to ride in because she didn't own a horse of her own and because she couldn't afford to. This show she would have to work the in gate for Mr. Cutter. She wanted so badly to tell him how much it would mean to her to do more then just a local show. She knew better. This man gave her so much, lessons in exchange for a little bit of work in the afternoons during the school year, his daughters hand me down clothes and gear and his praise. Ok, maybe not his praise, but it's not like he offered it to just anyone. In all actuallity, she'd never heard him praise anyone before.