If you sat down, feather pillows plumped around you until you felt comfortable, and she asked you what was the one thing you wanted, what would you answer? Most girls, even after they’re grown, want white horses with glittery tails and butter-leather saddles. They want tiny white cottages hidden in a birch wood and filled with white candles. I wasn’t all the way grown yet, so I asked for all of those things. I wanted a black horse, though, not white.