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no matter what. Thank you for not kicking me to the curb."

     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR

     
    Looking out over the door into the pasture, Polly smiled at the horses who were happy to be out in the sunshine. She had gotten up early in order to get her day started. Once the fencing had been finished around the pasture, Obiwan had the run of the place and they didn't have to put his leash on every morning. He obediently followed her through the gates and then bolted into the pasture every morning as she headed for the barn.
    Henry was coming in this morning to go over plans for the garage and apartment addition on the north side of the building as well as a future addition on the south side to make four more rooms available for guests. Polly wanted to get started on things before she could talk herself out of the projects. They'd been going back and forth with the plans for the last two months while he was in Arizona, and now it was time to dig in and go.
    She hauled feed into the stalls for breakfast and smiled as she thought about her weekend. She and Henry had arrived in Des Moines early enough for a wonderful dinner downtown. After the show, they had driven through Saylorville and stopped to look at the bright moon and the stars. They hadn't gotten back to Bellingwood until long after midnight and then Henry had come over early Sunday morning to help with the horses. They'd spent the entire day together watching movies and napping on the couch.
    Sylvie and her assistant, Hannah, had been on site Saturday evening preparing dinner and she had spent a few minutes gossiping with them about the worst of the Bridezillas, but managed to regain some control of her living space and her clothing. It felt wonderful to have a closet full of clean clothes again and she wondered why she always let it get so out of control.
    When she went into the feed room to get hay, she was confused. She thought the horses had used more than this. It looked as if she had a full room. Polly shook her head. She must have brought more down from the hay loft on Friday evening than she realized. She filled the old tractor tires outside with hay and opened the stall doors so they could head out when they were finished eating, then pulled the wheelbarrow to Demi's stall and began the task of cleaning up the floor.
    Obiwan dashed into the stall from outside, sniffed at Demi's droppings, shook his head and walked over to Polly and nudged her leg. "I know, Obiwan. I'm working on it, I'm working on it." He nudged her leg again and she stopped to rub his head. He went on to greet each of the horses and then went tearing back out into the pasture as Nan finished eating her feed and sauntered out. Polly watched her ears flick as she considered chasing the dog, but she settled into the hay and began to munch. One by one the horses left the barn and Polly finished cleaning up.
    "Come on, Obiwan! Let's go in!" she called and waited for him to catch up. Polly stopped at the main gate, turned around to look at her horses and smiled. They were a lot of work, but she was falling in love with each of them.
    She turned the coffeemaker on in the main kitchen and pulled cereal, fruit, and muffins out onto the counter for her guests. There were only two people upstairs and they didn't require much in the way of attention. The photographer in the front room was generally out most of the day. He told her he was shooting a series for a book he called "Iowa's Spring to Life." He hadn't shown her much, but was gone from morning until evening every day. Another young man was staying in the Walnut Room. She wasn't sure what it was he was writing, but he always had his laptop with him and wrote in his room or in the auditorium, the front steps, in a lawn chair outside if it was warm enough. Polly had found him sprawled out in the hallway upstairs and when she’d asked if he’d lost his key, he assured her that he only wanted a different location to work. She was never