Lisa and Carole found her there a few minutes later, talking softly to the mare. After dinner the night before, Stevie had called Carole and Lisa on three-way calling to tell them about the letter from Chelsea Webber’s father. Then she had called Phil, then Carole again, then Lisa again, then Carole and Lisa together. “There you are, Stevie,” Carole cried, letting herself into the stall. She gave Stevie a hug. Next she gave No-Name a hug. The horse tossed her head and snorted, then started nibbling on Carole’s curly black hair. “I couldn’t sleep last night thinking about you and No-Name!” “Me either,” Lisa chimed in. “Thanks, guys,” Stevie replied. She opened the door and the three friends left the stall. “I almost wish I’d had the same problem. I kept having all these horrible dreams about being on the witness stand with dozens of lawyers shouting questions at me about No-Name.” She shuddered. “In the end they all started accusing me of stealing her. Then the jury declared me guilty of ‘grand theft, horse.’ ”
