Everyone was sick. The trainers, the horses, Rock, and half the people in the Oaklawn press box felt awful. A trainer named Robertino Diodoro joked that the coronavirus had found its way to Hot Springs. All Rock knew for sure was that it had been sixteen years and eleven months since he had been this ill
The stakes for Arkansas-bred horses was scheduled for early Sunday morning, but it looked as if it would be postponed until at least the horses began to feel better. Either way, Rock didn't want to get out of bed. He hoped his cat Joe didn't get sick, all curled up as he was beside Rock's pillow in Levy.
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