"Katherine Duna-who?" Stevie asked Carole over the phone as she shoved a generous heap of Cheetos in her mouth.

"Dunavy," Carole repeated, "The grand prix rider? You've never heard of her?"

"Nope," Stevie replied, plopping herself on the couch, sticking her feet in Alex's face and forcing him to get up and leave the room.

"You should look her up Stevie, she's very impressive," Carole suggested.

"What do I care about this Dunavy lady anyway?" Stevie asked.

"She came to tour Pine Hollow today with her son, Sean. I think they might be bringing in some of their horses soon," Carole explained.

"A son? Does he know Phil?" Stevie demanded, suddenly much more interested.

"I doubt it," Carole laughed, "He's much better looking, and with more class. I don't think he runs around with guys like Phil."

"Ah, just what we need," Stevie sighed, "Another snob at Pine Hollow."

"Well that was the weird thing," Carole said, "The diAngelo's and the Dunavy's have supposedly been friends for ages. Veronica said the Dunavy's had Garnet before she did."

"Oh, you've gotta be joking!" Stevie shouted, earning her a dirty look from Alex who was watching T.V. in the kitchen, "It'll be fine. I'll just scare them off with some pranks. You in?"

"I actually don't think that's such a good idea, Stevie," Carole replied quietly.

"Well why not?" Stevie demanded loudly again.

"Well this Sean, he may be a very good rider! And you know how much Max and Mrs. Reg need the money to keep things going."

"I guess you're right," Stevie sighed in a resigned tone, "But one wrong move and these Dunavy's aren't going to know what hit them!"

"Be careful who you tell that to," Carole giggled, "Goodnight, Stevie."

"'Night, Carole."

Stevie hung up her phone, and then immediately picked it up again. She pounded the buttons for Lisa's home phone number and waited.

"Atwood residence, Lisa speaking," Lisa said in to the phone with a yawn.

"Lisa, it's Stevie," Stevie said urgently, "I need to talk to you about something,"

"As long as it's quick, it's after nine. You know how my mom feels about phone calls after nine," Lisa said cautiously.

"Just real fast," Stevie insisted, "Tell me about Sean Dunavy."

Lisa sat bolt upright in bed. How did Stevie know about Sean Dunavy? Could he be friends of Phil? Had Stevie met him? Had they spoken? Were they friends?

"How do you know about Sean?" Lisa asked, trying to sound casual.

"Carole started to tell all about him, and his mom, and everything. You know how Carole is. I was just wondering what you thought of him," Stevie explained.

Lisa exhaled quietly in relief, "I thought he seemed a little mysterious to be honest," she confided to Stevie.

"Mysterious? Look, I just want to know if I have another snob on my hands," Stevie said, frustrated with Lisa's in-depth analyzing.

"I don't think Sean is a snob, but Katherine might be. Listen Stevie, I really should be going now..."

"Alright, alright fine. Are you riding tomorrow?" Stevie asked.

"I have a lesson at ten," Lisa replied, "I think you're in it with me."

"Probably," Stevie laughed, "Let's go for a trail ride after?"

"If it's nice out," Lisa agreed, "Goodnight, Stevie."

"See ya!"