veer right, and he wasn’t getting any better.
By the seventh hole, Willow had improved the most. Her tee shots were better, and
she shined on the green. William, on the other hand, hadn’t improved at all. It
frustrated him. Willow was doing well, while he messed up every swing.
“Are you sure you’re ready to move out?” Daniel asked while they waited for Patty
and Willow to tee off.
“I think so,” William said. “I’m ready to have a space of my own.”
“You could stay at home a few more months. Save some money before you go.”
“I know, but I already signed the lease.”
“Your car’s not getting any younger, and around this age, cars like that start
breaking down more often,” Daniel warned.
“I think—” William stopped. Patty pointed to a ball flying toward them.
It hit the ground about fifteen feet away and bounced into the woods.
“You vultures need to watch out! You could have hit one of us!” Patty shouted.
“Yell ‘Fore,’ you idiots!”
Only two more holes to go.
They made it to the green on the ninth hole. It was William’s turn to putt. If he
made it, his grandmother said they would get a birdie. From her tone, it seemed
like a good thing. If he missed, the team would have to decide whose ball to use
instead.
“Take it seriously, William,” Patty told him. “I know you can do it. Pretend it’s
putt-putt.”
He hadn’t played putt-putt in over ten years.
His father handed him a putter. “You got this, son.”
William stepped up to the ball and studied the hole. It lay less than ten feet