“Hey!” said Stevie. “That’s like the one I have, only it’s more recent!”
“Yeah, you can tell by the horses,” Carole said.
“Belle, Prancer, and Starlight,” Lisa mused aloud. “Instead of Topside, Pepper, and Barq. Mrs. Reg?” she inquired. “When was that taken?”
“Not too long ago,” said Mrs. Reg. “A few weeks at most—just using up some old film, you know. I’ve been meaning to give you girls the copies I had made, but it never seemed to be the right time.”
There was a moment of silence as The Saddle Club took this in. “Would now be the right time?” Lisa asked hesitantly.
“Yes,” Mrs. Reg said kindly. “I think it would.”
While Mrs. Reg went to get the copies, the girls sat back against the couch, letting the conversation swirl around them. Each of them was lost in her own thoughts. Carole was thinking about how she couldn’t wait to go home and write the story. Only now it was going to be about a girl who decided to keep her horse. And Carole knew exactly what she would say. She didn’t care if she won the contest or if her English teacher gave her an A. The important thing was to write it. Maybe she could turn it into a novel and become an author of books about horses. That was one horsey career she’d never considered …
Lisa was thinking about a million things—whether Mrs. Reg would like the needlepoint; whether she’d be able to get her English homework done; whether she had mailed the thank-you note to Mrs. Chambers; how long it would take her mother to start complaining again about the amount of time she spent riding …
Stevie was thinking that technically she had beaten Alex because she had done more push-ups than he had done minutes of riding. “Oh, no!” she exclaimed, sitting up suddenly.
“What?” said Lisa and Carole.
“School starts Monday!”
“You’re worried about not having enough time for homework and riding?” Lisa guessed.
“No.” Stevie shook her head. “It’s worse. I just realized I’m going to miss Priced to Sell!”
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High school. Driver’s licenses. Boyfriends. Jobs.
A lot of new things are happening, but one thing remains the same: Stevie Lake, Lisa Atwood, and Carole Hanson are still best friends. However, even among best friends some things do change, and problems can strain any friendship … but these three can handle it. Can’t they?
Read an excerpt from Pine Hollow #1: The Long Ride.
PROLOGUE
“DO YOU THINK we’ll get there in time?” Stevie Lake asked, looking around for some reassuring sign that the airport was near.
“Since that plane almost landed on us, I think it’s safe to say that we’re close,” Carole Hanson said.
“Turn right here,” said Callie Forester from the backseat.
“And then left up ahead,” Carole advised, picking out directions from the signs that flashed past near the airport entrance. “I think Lisa’s plane is leaving from that terminal there.”
“Which one?”
“The one we just passed,” Callie said.
“Oh,” said Stevie. She gripped the steering wheel tightly and looked for a way to turn around without causing a major traffic tie-up.
“This would be easier if we were on horseback,” said Carole.
“Everything’s easier on horseback,” Stevie agreed.
“Or if we had a police escort,” said Callie.
“Have you done that?” Stevie asked, trying to maneuver the car across three lanes of traffic.
“I have,” said Callie. “It’s kind of fun, but dangerous. It makes you think you’re almost as important as other people tell you you are.”
Stevie rolled her window down and waved wildly at the confused drivers around her. Clearly, her waving confused them more, but it worked. All traffic stopped. She crossed the necessary three lanes and pulled onto the service road.
It took another ten minutes to get back to the right and then ten more to find a parking place. Five minutes into the terminal. And then all that was left was to find Lisa.
“Where do you think she is?” Carole asked.
“I know,” said Stevie. “Follow me.”
“That’s what we’ve been doing all morning,” Callie said dryly. “And look how far it’s gotten us.”
But she followed anyway.
ALEX LAKE REACHED across the table in the airport cafeteria and took Lisa Atwood’s hand.
“It’s going to be a long summer,” he said.
Lisa nodded. Saying good-bye was one of her least favorite activities. She didn’t want Alex to know how hard it was, though. That would just make it tougher on him. The two of them had known each other for four years—as long as Lisa had been best friends with Alex’s twin sister, Stevie. But they’d only started dating six months earlier. Lisa could hardly believe that. It seemed as if she’d been in love with him forever.
“But it is just for the summer,” she said. The words sounded dumb even as they came out of her mouth. The summer was long. She wouldn’t come back to Virginia until right before school started.
“I wish your dad didn’t live so far away, and I wish the summer weren’t so long.”
“It’ll go fast,” said Lisa.
“For you, maybe. You’ll be in California, surfing or something. I’ll just be here, mowing lawns.”
“I’ve never surfed in my life—”
“Until now,” said Alex. It was almost a challenge, and Lisa didn’t like it.
“I don’t want to fight with you,” said Lisa.
“I don’t want to fight with you, either,” he said, relenting. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I want things to be different. Not very different. Just a little different.”
“Me too,” said Lisa. She squeezed his hand. It was a way to keep from saying anything else, because she was afraid that if she tried to speak she might cry, and she hated it when she cried. It made her face red and puffy, but most of all, it told other people how she was feeling. She’d found it useful to keep her feelings to herself these days. Like Alex, she wanted things to be different, but she wanted them to be very different, not just a little. She sighed. That was slightly better than crying.
“I TOLD YOU SO,” said Stevie to Callie and Carole.
Stevie had threaded her way through the airport terminal, straight to the cafeteria near the security checkpoint. And there, sitting next to the door, were her twin brother and her best friend.
“Surprise!” the three girls cried, crowding around the table.
“We just couldn’t let you be the only one to say good-bye to Lisa,” Carole said, sliding into the booth next to Alex.
“We had to be here, too. You understand that, don’t you?” Stevie asked Lisa as she sat down next to her.
“And since I was in the car, they brought me along,” said Callie, pulling up a chair from a nearby table.
“You guys!” said Lisa, her face lighting up with joy. “I’m so glad you’re here. I was afraid I wasn’t going to see you for months and months!”
She was glad they were there. It wouldn’t have felt right if she’d had to leave without seeing them one more time. “I thought you had other things to do.”
“We just told you that so we could surprise you. We did surprise you, didn’t we?”
“You surprised me,” Lisa said, beaming.
“Me too,” Alex said dryly. “I’m surprised, too. I really thought I could go for an afternoon, just one afternoon of my life, without seeing my twin sister.”
Stevie grinned. “Well, there’s always tomorrow,” she said. “And that’s something to look forward to, right?”
“Right,” he said, grinning back.
Since she was closest to the outside, Callie went and got sodas for herself, Stevie, and Carole. When she rejoined the group, they were talking about everything in the world except the fact that Lisa w
as going to be gone for the summer and how much they were all going to miss one another.
She passed the drinks around and sat quietly at the end of the table. There wasn’t much for her to say. She didn’t really feel as if she belonged there. She wasn’t anybody’s best friend. It wasn’t as if they minded her being there, but she’d come along because Stevie had offered to drive her to a tack shop after they left the airport. She was simply along for the ride.
“… And don’t forget to say hello to Skye.”
“Skye? Skye who?” asked Alex.
“Don’t pay any attention to him,” Lisa said. “He’s just jealous.”
“You mean because Skye is a movie star?”
“And say hi to your father and the new baby. It must be exciting that you’ll meet your sister.”
“Well, of course, you’ve already met her, but now she’s crawling, right? It’s a whole different thing.”
An announcement over the PA system brought their chatter to a sudden halt.
“It’s my flight,” Lisa said slowly. “They’re starting to board and I’ve got to get through security and then to Gate … whatever.”
“Fourteen,” Alex said. “It comes after Gate Twelve. There are no thirteens in airports.”
“Let’s go.”
“Here, I’ll carry that.”
“And I’ll get this one …”
As Callie watched, Lisa hugged Carole and Stevie. Then she kissed Alex. Then she hugged her friends again. Then she turned to Alex.
“I think it’s time for us to go,” Carole said tactfully.
“Write or call every day,” Stevie said.
“It’s a promise,” said Lisa. “Thanks for coming to the airport. You, too, Callie.”
Callie smiled and gave Lisa a quick hug before all the girls backed off from Lisa and Alex.
Lisa waved. Her friends waved and turned to leave her alone with Alex. They were all going to miss her, but the girls had one another. Alex only had his lawns to mow. He needed the last minutes with Lisa.
“See you at home!” Stevie called over her shoulder, but she didn’t think Alex heard. His attention was completely focused on one person.
Carole wiped a tear from her eye once they’d rounded a corner. “I’m going to miss her.”
“Me too,” said Stevie.
Carole turned to Callie. “It must be hard for you to understand,” she said.
“Not really,” said Callie. “I can tell you three are really close.”
“We are,” Carole said. “Best friends for a long time. We’re practically inseparable.” Even to her the words sounded exclusive and uninviting. If Callie noticed, she didn’t say anything.
The three girls walked out of the terminal and found their way to Stevie’s car. As she turned on the engine, Stevie was aware of an uncomfortable empty feeling. She really didn’t like the idea of Lisa’s being gone for the summer, and her own unhappiness was not going to be helped by a brother who was going to spend the entire time moping about his missing girlfriend. There had to be something that would make her feel better.
“Say, Carole, do you want to come along with us to the tack shop?” she asked.
“No, I can’t,” Carole said. “I promised I’d bring in the horses from the paddock before dark, so you can just drop me off at Pine Hollow. Anyway, aren’t you due at work in an hour?”
Stevie glanced at her watch. Carole was right. Everything was taking longer than it was supposed to this afternoon.
“Don’t worry,” Callie said quickly. “We can go to the tack shop another time.”
“You don’t mind?” Stevie asked.
“No. I don’t. Really,” said Callie. “I don’t want you to be late for work—either of you. If my parents decide to get a pizza for dinner again, I’m going to want it to arrive on time!”
Stevie laughed, but not because she thought anything was very funny. She wasn’t about to forget the last time she’d delivered a pizza to Callie’s family. In fact, she wished it hadn’t happened, but it had. Now she had to find a way to face up to it.
As she pulled out of the airport parking lot, a plane roared overhead, rising into the brooding sky. Maybe that’s Lisa’s plane, she thought. The noise of its flight seemed to mark the beginning of a long summer.
The first splats of rain hit the windshield as Stevie paid their way out of the parking lot. By the time they were on the highway, it was raining hard. The sky had darkened to a steely gray. Streaks of lightning brightened it, only to be followed by thunder that made the girls jump.
The storm had come out of nowhere. Stevie flicked on the windshield wipers and hoped it would go right back to nowhere.
The sky turned almost black as the storm strengthened. Curtains of rain ripped across the windshield, pounding on the hood and roof of the car. The wipers flicked uselessly at the torrent.
“I hope Fez is okay,” said Callie. “He hates thunder, you know.”
“I’m not surprised,” said Carole, trying to control her voice. It seemed to her that there were a lot of things Fez hated. He was as temperamental as any horse she had ever ridden.
Fez was one of the horses in the paddock. Carole didn’t want to upset Callie by telling her that. If she told Callie he’d been turned out, Callie would wonder why he hadn’t just been exercised. If she told Callie she’d exercised him, Callie might wonder if he was being overworked. Carole shook her head. What was it about this girl that made Carole so certain that whatever she said, it would be wrong? Why couldn’t she say the one thing she really needed to say?
Still, Carole worked at Pine Hollow, and that meant taking care of the horses that were boarding there—and that meant keeping the owners happy.
“I’m sure Fez will be fine. Ben and Max will look after him,” Carole said.
“I guess you’re right,” said Callie. “I know he can be difficult. Of course, you’ve ridden him, so you know that, too. I mean, that’s obvious. But it’s spirit, you see. Spirit is the key to an endurance specialist. He’s got it, and I think he’s got the makings of a champion. We’ll work together this summer, and come fall … well, you’ll see.”
Spirit—yes, it was important in a horse. Carole knew that. She just wished she understood why it was that Fez’s spirit was so irritating to her. She’d always thought of herself as someone who’d never met a horse she didn’t like. Maybe it was the horse’s owner …
“Uh-oh,” said Stevie, putting her foot gently on the brake. “I think I got it going a little too fast there.”
“You’ve got to watch out for that,” Callie said. “My father says the police practically lie in wait for teenage drivers. They love to give us tickets. Well, they certainly had fun with me.”
“You got a ticket?” Stevie asked.
“No, I just got a warning, but it was almost worse than a ticket. I was going four miles over the speed limit in our hometown. The policeman stopped me, and when he saw who I was, he just gave me a warning. Dad was furious—at me and at the officer, though he didn’t say anything to the officer. He was angry at him because he thought someone would find out and say I’d gotten special treatment! I was only going four miles over the speed limit. Really. Even the officer said that. Well, it would have been easier if I’d gotten a ticket. Instead, I got grounded. Dad won’t let me drive for three months. Of course, that’s nothing compared to what happened to Scott last year.”
“What happened to Scott?” Carole asked, suddenly curious about the driving challenges of the Forester children.
“Well, it’s kind of a long story,” said Callie. “But—”
“Wow! Look at that!” Stevie interrupted. There was an amazing streak of lightning over the road ahead. The dark afternoon brightened for a minute. Thunder followed instantly.
“Maybe we should pull off the road or something?” Carole suggested.
“I don’t think so,” said Stevie. She squinted through the windshield. “It’s not going to last long. It never does when it r
ains this hard. We get off at the next exit anyway.”
She slowed down some more and turned the wipers up a notch. She followed the car in front of her, keeping a constant eye on the two red spots of the car’s taillights. She’d be okay as long as she could see them. The rain pelted the car so loudly that it was hard to talk. Stevie drove on cautiously.
Then, as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped. Stevie spotted the sign for their exit, signaled, and pulled off to the right and up the ramp. She took a left onto the overpass and followed the road toward Willow Creek.
The sky was as dark as it had been, and there were clues that there had been some rain there, but nothing nearly as hard as the rain they’d left on the interstate. Stevie sighed with relief and switched the windshield wipers to a slower rate.
“I think I’ll drop you off at Pine Hollow first,” she said, turning onto the road that bordered the stable’s property.
Pine Hollow’s white fences followed the contour of the road, breaking the open, grassy hillside into a sequence of paddocks and fields. A few horses stood in the fields, swishing their tails. One bucked playfully and ran up a hill, shaking his head to free his mane in the wind. Stevie smiled. Horses always seemed to her the most welcoming sight in the world.
“Then I’ll take Callie home,” Stevie continued, “and after that I’ll go over to Pizza Manor. I may be a few minutes late for work, but who orders pizza at five o’clock in the afternoon anyway?”
“Now, now,” teased Carole. “Is that any way for you to mind your Pizza Manors?”
“Well, at least I have my hat with me,” said Stevie. Or did she? She looked into the rearview mirror to see if she could spot it, and when that didn’t do any good, she glanced over her shoulder. Callie picked it up and started to hand it to her.
“Here,” she said. “We wouldn’t want— Wow! I guess the storm isn’t over yet!”
The sky had suddenly filled with a brilliant streak of lightning, jagged and pulsating, accompanied by an explosion of thunder.
It startled Stevie. She shrieked and turned her face back to the road. The light was so sudden and so bright that it blinded her for a second. The car swerved. Stevie braked. She clutched at the steering wheel and then realized she couldn’t see because the rain was pelting even harder than before. She reached for the wiper control, switching it to its fastest speed.
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