second thought waded in, the water reaching up to near the horseâs belly. And before I knew it, Dobbs had slid off the horse and was laughing and splashing water around her while her teeth chattered. I brought Red down to the bank and watched, fascinated.
She was twirling around and saying in a singsong voice, âWater! Isnât it wonderful? Smelly lake water.â
Then she turned toward me and sent a long arc of that water right into my face.
âHow dare you!â I squealed. âI donât want to get wet!â
Eyes flashing, she laughed. âItâs too late for that.â
Infuriated, I gritted my teeth and kicked Red, and we descended into the lake. I took off my riding hat, dipped it into the creek, and drew it up full, then came beside Dobbs and turned the whole hatful of water onto her head.
She let out a bone-chilling scream and burst into laughter, and for some reason, I slid off into the water and started splashing her for all I was worth.
Before long, we were soaked to the bone and my sides ached from laughing. We collapsed on the side of the lake and shivered as the chilly March breeze rippled over us.
I looked over at Dobbsâher eyes were shining with pleasureâand whispered, âYouâre the strangest person Iâve ever met.â
âThanks.â
A little while later, Dobbs pulled out a sack of food from the saddlebag and laid a blanket on the ground. âEat up. Yummy picnic made by Parthenia. The kidâs only eight, but she sure knows how to fix food.â
We nibbled on pimento-cheese sandwiches and deviled eggs, neither of us saying a word, but all the while I observed Dobbs, with her long black hair, wet and pulled back into a ponytail, and her slim legs tucked into sopping wet riding breeches.
When she stretched out on her back and stared up into the sky, I spoke. âYou know how to ride, donât you?â
âSure. My father taught me a long time ago. He told me that he used to ride all over this property when he was a boy.â
âSo whyâd you act like you didnât know a thing about riding?â
She kept staring up, and I thought she might not answer. But finally she said, âJust wanted to help take your mind off of things. And I wanted to hear you laugh.â
She paused, and I said nothing.
âI donât mean to make light of your tragedy, Perri. Not at all. The Bible says to ârejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep.â But Iâve grown up watching my parents help people who are hurting inside. And one of the things that seems to bring a little relief to peopleâs deepest pain is for others just to be there and help get their minds on something else for a while.â
It struck me later that Dobbs Dillard knew exactly what she was doing. No matter how impetuous she seemed, she had a plan in her overactive imagination. Her plan on that spring day was to make me laugh, and amazingly enough, she succeeded.
CHAPTER
4
Dobbs
Mother always said that I had boundless enthusiasm and a love of the spontaneous. Perhaps that was why I got the idea in my head that Perri needed to come riding with me on the day after the funeral. When I had an idea, I tended to be very convincing, and even though Perri looked at me as if she were seeing the Loch Ness monster when I invited her over that day, she eventually cameâand we rode and we laughed and we got so wet in the lake that I knew I couldnât send her back home looking like a perfectly beautiful drowned rat.
Cornelius put up the horses for us, and we traipsed back to the house with the water squishing up in our riding boots. âDonât let Parthenia see us,â I whispered to Perri. âSheâll have a fit.â We left the boots by the back door and climbed the stairs, leaving puddles of muddy water on the tiles and on the wooden stairway.
âYour aunt is gonna kill you for this!â Perri said,
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