Children's Fiction
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"What do you know about how things work in my family?"
She stares at me in shocked silence. Until this moment, "my family" has always included her. I know my words cut deep, but she's brought it on herself. She's asking me to pick favorites, and she should know that's a dangerous game to play.
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"Do you remember two years ago, the day you chose my pit pony in Christie's barn?" Dad asked.
Savino nodded. He'd liked the slender pony with the big shock of golden hair immediately.
"That one, Dad."
The pony whinnied, nodding his head, as if to say Good choice.
At first Dad was doubtful. "He's smaller than the others. And blind in one eye. A good pit pony can save a miner's life."
