The girl from the sushi restaurant stood there, shocked.
"You!" Greta screeched.
Laurence took a terrified step backward and attempted to swing
the door shut in Greta's face.
Greta charged and trapped the girl between herself and the
kitchen table. "What are you doing here?" she screamed.
Laurence lifted her hands to protect herself, just as Jean-Pierre
rushed in from the other room and stepped between them.
"Greta, wait," he pleaded, grabbing Greta by the shoulder.
"Laurence is one of my students."
"What?" Greta said, turning to him with a confused and
exasperated expression, the girl temporarily forgotten.
"Yes," he said. "In fact, it was your husband who referred her to
the ranch, knowing that you kept your horse here. Please, let go
of her darling. Come inside. Let me get you something? He spoke
as if he were entertaining guests, three old friends gathering
for lunch.
Laurence had managed to extricate herself from the threesome, and
was presently collecting her bag.
"She" Greta said, "is having an affair with my husband."
"I know," Jean-Pierre said indifferently.
"You knew?"
"No, I said I know. She just told me now. She was so upset that
she stopped off to tell me she wasn't going to take her lesson
this evening, because of what happened at the restaurant."
"And she'll be leaving, right now," Greta said.
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