From A Very Strange Land...
The fog didn't help our nerves any. It rose and settled as if a giant bellows were pumping it across the freeway.
My Dad couldn't see well as we drove north from Lapton. He grumbled at the weather, then looked in the rear view mirror and grumbled at us.
Sarah and I didn't return his glance, afraid he would turn around and go back home because we'd made him go out in such weather. We pretended to do our math homework – there was way too much of it, as usual – but we were too nervous to do anything more than pretend.
The truth was, no one seemed to have heard of Merryvale Stables, not even our riding instructor, Karen.
But, someone had mailed notices from Merryvale.
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