![]() ![]() “Haley? Oh, is that one of your imaginary friends?” Jordan giggled and gave a tug on the lead rope as her horse took a step forward to sniff at a patch of weeds. “She lives in Wisconsin, where it’s positively frigid for, like, half the year.” “Actually, my friend Haley would say it never gets cold here in New Orleans,” Nina added. It was crowded with people as usual, while a few yards away, the lazy waters of the Mississippi sparkled in the late-afternoon sunshine. She scanned the broad, grassy expanse of the levee at the edge of Audubon Park. “It’s got to be almost eighty degrees out here.” “Are you kidding?” Nina said, pushing a stray strand of curly black hair off her sweaty forehead. Nina Peralt laughed and glanced at her friend Jordan, who was hand-grazing her horse a short distance from Nina and her pony. ![]()
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