Willow was next. Her swing sent the ball only about twenty feet ahead.
William was up last. He placed the ball on the tee and tried to mimic his
grandmother’s stance. He swung with everything he had.
For a moment, it appeared to be a great shot. Maybe even farther than Patty’s. But
when it began to descend, it curved sharply to the right and disappeared into the
woods.
“Did you learn to golf from Adam Sandler?” Patty asked.
“You know who Adam Sandler is?” William said.
“I’m sixty-eight, not dead,” she replied.
Willow chuckled.
They agreed to use Patty’s ball for their next shot.
By the third hole, the insurance group behind them made their frustration known.
“My daughter can golf faster than you guys!” Bob yelled.
The guy became so irritating that William felt bad for whoever ended up marrying
into his family.
“Let’s just let them go ahead of us,” Daniel said, trying to keep the peace.
“Pshh,” Patty scoffed. “They’re vultures. Made me wait months to pay out your
father’s life insurance. Kept questioning me like I’d murdered him.”
“They are getting annoying,” Willow agreed.
“Those vultures made me wait,” Patty said. “Now they can wait.”
The sun hung high overhead. William wished he’d worn a baseball cap. Sweat ran down
his face, and he’d already taken off his flannel. His grandmother had come prepared
with a visor and didn’t seem to notice the heat like the rest of them.
William hoped the rest of the holes would go by faster. His swings continued to