The Tale Page #6

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I said I wanted

a riding lesson.

Oh, that's smart.

Build a rapport.

Connect at her level.

I don't know, what if she

finds out I'm lying?

I mean, I haven't ridden

since I was a kid.

It's just like riding a bike,

honey.

You'll be fine.

Don't worry about it.

She's an old woman.

She's broken, you know?

She's different

than you,

and she's had a hard life.

We've all had a hard life.

She looks nothing

like I remember, you know?

Like, she looked like

such a giant to me then.

You must push yourselves

beyond all boundaries.

No limits!

My mom said Ray isn't even

Dr. G's kid. She's divorced.

You don't know what

you're talking about.

Her first husband

killed himself.

( sighs )

Young Jennifer:

The day before the final

competition,

Mrs. G gave us a break

from training.

Five...

- ( giggles )

- Mrs. G:
Jenny, come join us.

Becky:

Yeah, come on in, Jenny.

( laughing )

Becky:

Nouga, over here!

( playful shouting )

Young Jennifer:

Nouga promised to come

watch me ride.

Jennifer:

Why did we call him Nouga?

What does that mean?

Nothing. I don't know.

I never asked him.

Don't you think

it's a little cult-like?

No?

What?

I mean, I didn't think it

at the time.

But now, in retrospect...

you know, the whole

group thing.

Worshipping pain.

Endurance.

It's a bit religious,

don't you think?

Really?

Really, Jenny?

I expected

so much more of you.

- Hey, Jenny.

- Oh!

- Hey.

- Find it okay?

Franny, whoa.

She's out back.

Okay.

( horse nickers )

Mrs. G:

Yes, you're a beauty.

( continues nickering )

Come on.

Hello, Mrs. G.

Let's get you up in the saddle

and see what you can do.

Hope you don't

end up in the dirt

like last time we saw you.

Whoa, hold up.

Hold up there.

I don't know. He is huge.

Mrs. G:

This one's a shark.

Oh, what a shark.

But how the shark can move.

It's been a while.

Mrs. G:

Oh, nonsense.

You ready?

Okay.

There we go.

Mr. Shark's got

perfect conformation,

but he was too small

for breeding,

so they cut him

and put him up for sale.

He's a giant.

Let's see if I can do this.

( clicks tongue )

Okay...

He needs contact

with your hands to feel you.

I haven't ridden in a while,

so maybe a calmer horse?

Nonsense.

Now, remember the position.

Heels down,

head up like a queen.

Arms down, Jenny.

You know, quiet hands,

quiet horse.

Hands down, Jenny.

Quiet hands, quiet horse.

You know this.

Yes, Mrs. G.

I'd love to be in that daydream.

It looks lovely in there.

- Is it nice?

- Yes!

Mrs. G:

Yes. Okay, well that horse

needs you to be present.

- Let's go.

- Okay, Mrs. G.

Mrs. G:

Okay, Mrs. G.

He can't feel you, Jenny,

he can't know what

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