by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 97
One of my biggest clients invited my daughter to his little girl’s birthday. I told him thanks but my kid was with her grandparents for the weekend. He insisted that I come anyway. He then told me all the things I like to hear without making me too suspicious. I accepted the invitation.
Cameron’s country house is a little hideaway in Bedford. My driver, Edward, left me off at the guest house, which is down a gravel road off a pond from the main house. Edward took my bags in and unpacked for me while I took a refreshing walk. There’s nothing like getting out of the city for the day.
Cameron buzzed me. “You’re here early.” “I just felt taking a walk before the party.” “It’s not even eleven. The kids won’t be here till two.” “Good.” I needed time to be by myself.
It was silly of me not to change. I wasn’t staying over night, but I took a few things in case of who knows what. I was wearing a cute rouge mini with a little pink sweater, and little pink satin string panties, not exactly L.L. Bean. Before I knew it I was a half mile into the fields.I wasn’t about to turn back to change.
So I carried my heels and took in mother nature. The smell of grass was incredible. It pleasantly lacked the sticky dense smell of tar. I skipped over a little brook and made my way through a nasty thicket that pleasantly opened to a wide rising pasture. There was a boy on a horse in the distance. How quaint.
Then the quaintness vanished. He was having trouble. I approached him and soon realized the problem. He was way over his head in dealing with a horse who was having the time of its life grazing. The boy kicked away, but the horse merely swished him with his tail.
“Maybe I can give you a hand?” The boy shifted his fury to me and said, “Who asked you?” I was about to walk away, but the boy needed to be answered. “I’m an expert rider. I was on the short list for the Olympic team. You, my friend, are on the short list to nowhere.” He kicked the horse again. “Stop that.”
The boy looked at me, “Leave me alone, jerk.” I grabbed his foot and pulled him off the horse. He fell butt on the ground and looked up at me in horror. He was a little tyke who talked big. That needed to be corrected. I took the reins, mounted the horse, and in a few seconds we were off to a nice trot. The boy stared in amazement. My standing had risen sharply.
I dismounted and handed Zoro the reins. He looked at me in puzzlement, “What did you do?” I said, “Everything you didn’t.”
Reenergized, he mounted up. The horse resumed its grazing. The boy resumed his kicking. I said, “You better let me ride him in or you’ll be here all day.” The boy looked at me long and hard then gave in.
I mounted, reached for the boy’s arm. “Hold on.” He clasped his hands around me and we cantered back to the barn with a gallop thrown in to set the tyke straight. I could hear him pray.
I left him off at the barn, dismounted, and gave the groom my horse. My mobile phone buzzed again. It was a call from one of my more persistent admirers. “Yo, baby doll…” I didn’t say a word. I just listened to the fool. “I know you is there like I know Yankee Stadium is in the Bronx. I hear Pedro is going to Queens. Can you get me opening day tickets? ” I wanted to tell him where he could go, but I still needed to be amused.
“I hate to give you the bad news, but I can’t hold out no longer here in Miami. It’s the first time it snowed in a hundred years. I been sulking with some of them pretty students here so I decided to help them with their homeworks so they don’t get left behind when they goes back to Harvard where you was .” I almost reminded him that I went to Princeton, and that he had just married Kendall, but why further disillusion the guy?
He continued boasting, “I knows all about biology which is good ’cause it makes them girls happy. We went over the labia major or is it the labia minora? I didn’t know Hannakuh was celebrated down there so I took a look and put in a few candles.”
He blew his nose, “I think I’m coming down with something? I could use some of that chicken soup you make.” I never made him chicken soup. I swear on my Episcopalian soul. He faked a sneeze and went on, “Gimme a call, baby doll. I’m all alone with a box of hankies wishin’ I was in your arms. Gotta go.”
I wanted to laugh, the tearing mindless kind of laugh, but I got another call from Cameron. “I hate to have to put you in this position. I’m totally against it, but I need to speak to you. The groom in the barn said you rode our horse too hard and nearly killed it.” For some odd reason, I suddenly wished I was in someone’s arms in ten feet of snow.