Gabriel, the last horse I named hurled herself off a cliff a few days later.’ “‘And your theory is that happened because you gave her a name?’ “‘I’m just saying I ended up sleeping inside her,’ the girl said, still looking queasy about it. ‘So you’ll pardon me if I’m not in a hurry to name another.’ “I glanced at Dior’s beast, lips pursed. ‘What about Blanket?’ “‘Oh, God, STOP IT!’ she wailed, burying her face and kicking her heels.
