Mr. Masters (Mr. 1) - Page 53

“Are you kidding me?”

She shakes her head. “Nope.”

“Oh God, do you live under a rock? Don’t answer that. He’s a rapper. I like his old stuff better than his new.”

We arrive at the first hole. I park and we all climb out. The tee off is on a hill, and the golf green is way, way, down below. I put my hands on my hips as I look into the distance.

Willow takes a golf club and ball out, and then she hands them to me.

“I’m supposed to hit this tiny ball into that tiny hole all the way down there?” I point to the green.

“Yep.”

Sammy and Willow stand beside me with their hands on their hips as we contemplate how we can complete this impossible task.

I lean over, place the ball down, and then wiggle my behind. “White ball in the sand pocket,” I announce.

“Oh God,” Willow moans.

I take a swing and completely miss the ball, which causes them both to laugh. I take another, and another, until finally I connect with the ball and it goes scooting across the ground.

I hit the club on the ground. “I’m completely shit at this.”

“It’s true, you are,” Sammy chuckles.

“Your turn, Will,” I say.

She lines it up and takes a swing, missing the ball completely

. “You’re shit, too.” I laugh.

She smiles as she concentrates on hitting it again. This time she connects with the ball and it sails high in the air.

“Wow!” Sammy shouts.

“Yeah, baby!” I call. “Have you ever done this before?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Holy crap. You could be the next Tiger Woods or something.”

“Who’s Tiger Woods?”

I roll my eyes. “You need to read tabloid gossip more, girlfriend.”

She smiles proudly as her ball bounces way down the green.

“Maybe you should do those golf lessons, Will? I can bring you.”

She shrugs and we watch as Sammy takes his turn. He, too, starts off by missing terribly, but finally, he beats my shot.

“You drive now, Will.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” I shrug, “Can’t hurt.” I watch her get behind the steering wheel and I direct her on what to do. When we take off slowly, she laughs out loud.

“Look at me! I’m driving.” She laughs.

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