Good to know.
Min
What are you doing now?
Sam
Waiting on my last horse to finish being shoed by the farrier. After that, it’ll be time to give him a bath.
Min
Sounds like fun.
Sam
With Monty, it always is. He’s a big horse, just under eighteen hands tall. I’ll introduce you two sometime.
Min
As long as he doesn’t sneeze on me.
Sam
I can’t promise that, but he doesn’t usually.
I wait a moment as Sam adds . . .
Sam
I know this might be a little soon to ask, but this weekend is one where the MOD allows us to invite our families and friends to visit the barracks. My sisters are coming on Saturday, but would you like to come on Sunday?
Min
It’s a date.
Sam
Brilliant. I’ll text you the details. There’s an online form for you to fill out.
Min
Perfect.
Sam
Looks like Monty is just about done. Text you later?
Min
*Thumbs-up emoji*
I clockout at four and am home by quarter to five. I’ve just opened the door and placed my work bag down when my phone rings. Glancing at the screen, I see it’s a number I don’t recognize. On a normal day, I’d let it go straight to voicemail, but this time, my gut is telling me to pick it up.
“Hello?” I answer tentatively.
“Hi, this is Sonya Morozova. I’m calling for Minerva Hana.” The voice on the other end is warm and contains a hint of a Welsh accent.
“Speaking.”
