“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I am,” Willow replied.
“Sorry, I’m just trying to be a protective big brother,” he said. “And if you’re
still with him, why can’t he be doing this instead of me?”
“Well, you’ve never brought a girl around Dad and Grandma. You don’t know how
embarrassing that is.”
“Touche,” William said.
He stepped out and stretched. The course was greener than anything he’d seen in a
long time. Most of the teams had already arrived. Their grandmother had told them
twenty teams of four had signed up. She had tried to explain the rules of a
scramble, but William had tuned her out. He figured he’d hit the ball as hard as he
could and hope for the best.
Willow sat on the hood of the car. William surveyed the golf club. Most of the
golfers wore short-sleeved polos and khakis. He wore a flannel shirt and jeans. His
outfit made him feel even more out of place.
It was a cool Saturday morning. Even with the flannel, he felt a chill. He wondered
if his body would warm up once they got started or if golf was more physical than
he expected.
Their dad’s pickup pulled in. It was newer than William’s car but didn’t fit in.
The Furthers didn’t belong in this type of place.
Willow hopped off the hood, and they walked to the truck.
“About time you got here,” she said.
“We still have fifteen minutes,” Daniel told her.
William helped his grandmother out of the truck. They walked around to the back,
where Daniel handed golf bags to both of them.