and kissing and being mellow； Georgie was acting all hyperactive and making Natedrive the
carriage。
The attic itself was incredible。 It was full of beautiful old things from days gone by； but kept in
perfect order as if at any time someone was going to carry them downstairs and put them to use
again。 The carriage was painted gold and lined with purple velvet； and under the seat inside； in a
little leather chest； were fur rugs and muffs to keep your hands warm while you went out for a ride。
Best of all； eight white carousel horses with white feather plumes affixed to real leather harnesses
were pulling the carriage。
？e on； faster；faster ； giddyap；giddyap ！？ Georgie shouted at the carousel horses； cracking her
long leather whip and bouncing up and down in the red leather coachman？s seat。
Whoa。
Nate sat back on the seat beside her and tried to light another joint； but Georgie was bouncing
around so much； it fell right out of his hand。 ？Fuck！？ he cried； exasperated。 He leaned over the
side of the carriage to see where the joint had fallen on the white…painted wood floor； but the attic
was lit only by a single dim bulb and he couldn？t see the joint anywhere。
？That？s okay。？ Georgie jumped down from the carriage。 ？e on； there？s something I want to
show you。？
Reluctantly Nate left the joint where it had fallen and followed her to the other side of the attic；
where a bunch of antique wooden trunks were stacked。 ？This is where all my old horse stuff is
kept；？ Georgie explained。 She opened the top trunk and pulled out a handful of ribbons she？d won
at horse shows。 ？I was a really good rider。？ She offered the ribbons to Nate。
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