“What’s this nonsense I heard about you visiting some young, local tramp?” My mother practically spit the last three words out as though each were a curse word. I spread my hands. “Is there a response you’re looking for, or did you just want to insult her?” “I’m looking for my goddamn son to show that he has some sense in his head. Stella is your future wife.” She thrust her arm at Stella. “Stella comes from good breeding.” I nudged Stella. “Hear that? You were bred well. I’m sure your owners will be so proud to show you off. Maybe I can even ride you to victory in the Kentucky Derby if you
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