The pack house was busy. There were decorators, designers and caterers everywhere. Not to mention the guests. Everyone was busy getting everything and everyone straight. “May I do something to help” Christy asked walking over to me and Casey. “Yes you can. You can sit down and talk to me. Better yet I have something else you can help me with.” I said standing up and walking into the kitchen. Christy followed. I opened the refrigerator and handed her the big bag of carrots while I grabbed the apples and two knives. “I need to feed up before it gets to late. You can help me. That will give us time to talk and catch up as well as get some work accomplished” I told her. She happily followed me down to the stables.
The stablea used to be our favorite spot to hang out when we were younger. Whe
