She stopped in the kitchen when she spotted the skillet of scrambled eggs and a pan of biscuits beside it.
Strong warm fingers touched her hand and a palm slid under hers, forcing her hands apart.
I have a mare; and we have a five-year-old mare with a colt, a four year-old filly, and a two-year-old filly... oh, and my mare is going to foal again in January.
They admired the new foal and a few other horses.
"It could be a girl and a boy?" she asked hopefully.