Chapter 35
“No.” I slid my arm over his chest and laid my head over his heart. The rhythmic beating soothed me. “The two properties are too close to go to the bother of taking out an automobile. We always used horses. I rode over on Monte Cristo. You know something, Fox? After all this time, it still surprises me that Father kept that horse. He was really too old to carry any of us for any length of time.”
“You don’t think Sir John kept him because he was your horse?” Fox wondered.
The thought startled me. “Father would never do that. Oh, if it was John’s, or Harry’s…”
“Why wouldn’t he do that for you? Aren’t you his son, just as much as they?”
“It’s not the same.” If I mattered that much to him, he never would have let Mother take me away. Would he? I grew uncomfortable with the conversation, and would have turned away from Fox, but he refused to let me go.
“All right. Go on with your dream.”