Strawberry Strawberry.

Oh, I loved that horse.

What brought that up?

Seeing a ride again?

Mm.

Something I always wondered about.

We had to put her down.

You whispered to her.

Do you remember?

Yeah.

Like you were talent secrets.

Wow.

What was it you told her, Right.

Mhm election.

I reminded her of things.

How she liked it.

Gallop through the first snow every year about the time we raced Ernie Dahlberg and his big chocolate mayor and left them choking on our dust.

I reminded her of this one time I was in high school.

It was some October, and we were heading home, and the full moon was just coming up over Dollar Butte.

And she stopped, stopped and stared like she cared about the moon rise as much as me.

And when we put James on her back for the very first time, she stood so still like she knew she had to take care of him.

Mhm.

I wanted to send her on her way with happy memories.

Mm.

Uh huh.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Why?

I made you sad.

That's it's not what I wanted.

Yeah, you didn't make me sad.

George, right?

Yeah.

What I wanted is to tell you.

Tell you what sticks with me.

Mhm.

Mhm.

Strawberry in you This woman.

I'm married, but can't figure he doesn't believe there's any world.

But this one still believes that horse has got a soul somehow.

That's the girl for me.

Yeah.

Mm, yeah.