"So what
did you get?" Sharon Lawrence could barely conceal her excitement.
On the other end of
the phone, Teri teased her shamelessly. "Well, you’ll appreciate Ferdinand’s Image. She’s
/your/ favorite color."
“Broodmare?” Sharon enquired.
"No, still in training.
Four-year-old filly, from Ferdinand and a Dancer’s Image mare. Won a distance steeplechase
maiden…yeah, I know. We’re collecting distance steeplechase fillies, but I love her
lines."
"Yeah, I don’t think we have any Ferdinand /anywhere/ in the stock. Going to
run her the rest of the season?"
"At this point, I don’t want to scramble around
finding a breeding, so I might as well." Teri sounded thoughtful, "I doubt she’ll do too
well, but…she was cheap."
"That’s the tone of somebody about to tell me she bought
something that wasn’t."
"THere’s a difference, Sharon, between cheap and bargain
basement."
“Black Light II?” Sharon mentioned, cheerfully, "Broken
Promises?"
Teri rolled her eyes, even though Sharon couldn’t see her. "Groupie. I
know. Truth is, we had insane luck and we can’t expect it to last. But before you get mad,
Ferdinand’s Image was two and a half kay."
“ANd the other mare?” Sharon prompted. "I
know you too well."
“THirty-five and a half,” Teri admitted sheepishly.
"Okay,
that I think we can afford, although we have to watch it…we have nominations to pay for,
remember. She’d better be worth it, though."
"Well, she’s by Kentucky Dream, who I
know isn’t a great sire…"
“Making excuses, Teri…”
"Her dam produced a
stakes-placed two year old by Affirmed."
"That sounds a bit more promising, but a stud
like Affirmed can produce on any mare."
“Exactly.”
“…”
"Guess who
she’s in foal to for next year. I’m worried about the early due date, but…"
"Okay,
okay. I forgive you…"