You know it’s never good when the phone rings late at night. A chill went up my spine as I answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Josiah. This is Shaneika.”
“What’s happened?” I raised myself up on my elbows while Baby bounced his head on my mattress, trying to get my attention. I pushed his big head away as I sat up.
“Asa is in the hospital. You’d better come.”
“How bad is it?”
“We don’t know yet. She’s in surgery.”
“Who is we?”
“Charles and I are at the hospital. Lady Elsmere went home with Mike.”
“Went home from where? What were you all doing?”
“The less you know, the better.”
“Does it have to do with your colt?”
“The less you know—the better.”
“It did, didn’t it?”
There was silence from Shaneika.
“You know something, Shaneika. I don’t really give a damn if you got your horse back or not. You’d better have some answers for me when I get there.” I slammed the phone receiver down.
I was so angry that my daughter might have risked her life for that foal I could have spit cotton. All of this nonsense over a potential Kentucky Derby winner. Someone was going to get a piece of my mind when I got to the hospital.
Now, where were my pants!