”Dino put a suntanned, beautifully manicured hand over hers. “Where, where?” he said, gazing out of the window. He worked the novices and kept up his search for an Olympic horse, which included dining with Colonel Carter and even forcing himself to flirt with the appalling Molly. “Welcome to alcoholics not at all anonymous.
Horrendously highly strung, he was a picky eater, hated any box but his own and was liable to kick any strange stable to pieces. Helen suspected that Maureen, standing in her furry coat like a disgruntled Pyrenean mountain dog, was no such thing. That was that. From the noise issuing from the front door the party was obviously well under way.
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