“Are you grooming her this year?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
“How much do you charge?” she asked.
“Oh . . . uh, you know. Industry norm.”
“So, about 500 rand?” she asked.
“Exactly.” I smiled. “Would you like me to . . . ?”
“Yes! But where are your tools?” she asked, looking at me.
“Oh, they’re inside,” I said quickly.
“Great! Thanks. This is such a lifesaver. I really feel like Countess Claw-dette has a real chance, this year.”
I smiled at her. “It’s my pleasure.”
“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” she asked.
“Sam.” I smiled as I said it, walking straight inside.
“I’m Greta.” She closed the door behind us and I couldn’t believe my luck.
I was in!
