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  "Hi, you must be Mr. and Mrs. Curt. I'm Ruthie Camden, the owner of this farm." Ruthie greeted enthusiastically, extending her hand. Mr. Curt shook her hand firmly, and then pulled it back right away. The cool faced couple sat stiffly on the over-stuffed couch in the main office. Mr. Curt was a stout man of 40. He had a ruddy complexion, his eyes like black beetles gleaming from under think eyebrows. His hair was slowly graying at the temples, and grew in tuffs at the top of his head. He donned a priceless golden ring on his index finger, and wore a heavy golden chain around his beefy neck. Mrs. Curt, on the other hand, was a frail woman of 37. Her face was pale and drawn. Heavy amounts of blush and eyes shadow were applied to her cheeks and eyes. Her hair was a pure honey gold color, gathered at the nape of her slender neck. Her eyes were a clear blue, and were always darting, watchful. The two people seemed so completely opposite that she would never had guessed they were married. Their crisp, neatly pressed clothes clashed terribly with the decors of the room.

    At the other end of the couch sat a young girl, whom Ruthie guessed was going to be her new lesson client.  Mr. Curt, decked in a tidy white shirt, starched navy blue pants, and a pair of slacks, was the first to speak. "A pleasure, I'm sure." He replied in a heavy British accent. Ruthie smiled uncertainly. Mr. Curt continued. "We are here to look into riding lessons for our darling daughter." He turned to face the girl at the edge of the couch. Ruthie smiled brightly. "Oh, that's great! I'm always interested in new students." She exclaimed, turning her attention to the girl. The mother jumped in, tearing her attention away from her daughter. "Her name is Victoria. Vicky for short. She's 16 and has ridden once or twice before, at her grandfather's mansion in Connecticut." She explained in an equally heavy accent as her husband. She fixed the hem of her peach skirt, and fingered the dazzling pearl necklace dangling from her neck. "You see, we just moved here from Maine, and a friend of ours recommended this stable to us. Vicky here decided that she wanted something to do over the summer, so…" A harsh, hard voice interjected between Mrs. Curt's words. "I can speak for myself, mother, thank you very much." The voice snapped.

    Mrs. Curt pursed her lips with anger. She turned to face the girl. "Victoria Lynn Curt, you will not speak to me in such a tone!" she scolded sternly, shaking her finger in her face. The girl rolled her eyes, and stood up from the couch. Victoria was rather tall, taking after her mother in her slim figure and slender neck. Her hair, which was pulled back severely in a tight pony tail, was died black with the ends tined red. She was very pale, also like her mother, with high cheek bones, and long, lanky arms and legs. She wore a black tee-shirt, with an imprint of a single skull, and massive, blown out black paints, with gray pinstripes going down. Her right ear was pierced all the way down to her earlobe, starting at the very top of her ear. Her eyes were light green, and were filled with a look of contempt. Eyeliner was placed heavily on both her eyes, as well as black nail polish on her finger nails.  She did not smile, she did not look at all happy to be where she was. Ruthie's eyes widened. "I don't think Miss Camden cares why we're here, or where we came from. I think we should just get the information, and leave." She announced, as if it was all so obvious. Mr. Curt stood up sharply, and took hold of Victoria's arm. A look of disbelief crossed his face briefly. "That's enough! You will wait in the car until your mother and I are done meeting with Miss. Camden. If I find out you did more then just sit in the car and wait, there will be severe consequences." He shouted, his already red face turning redder by the minute. Victoria rolled her eyes again, and stalked out of the office, slamming the door shut behind her.