Reggie’s ball ended up in the water again at the seventeenth hole, and at the twelfth, he lost a stroke for hitting the ball into a sand bunker.
Despite this, he scored many birdies, which allowed him to end the round in sixty-five strokes, not only making the cut, but also ending in fourth place. Alone.
At the top of the leaderboard were Russell and a South African named Tovey.
Reggie wasn’t satisfied with his performance and sat, sullen, next to Carlos on a golf cart as they headed to the main building.
“You should have a good steak tonight. And a cold beer, too,” Carlos said happily. “And maybe even a good f**k,” he added, winking.
“Yeah, sure. And with whom?” Reggie asked sarcastically while checking his followers’ tweets, phone in hands.
“You really need to find a friend with be
