Chapter 13
I sat behind the wheel of the electric cart, enjoying the light breeze as I waited patiently for Dora to get back from a quick trip to the pro shop to buy a dozen golf balls. A wise move, since Dora, over the past two months, had demonstrated a talent for landing her shots in one of the water features that dotted the course, or in impassable tangles of underbrush beyond the bounds of the fairway.
Ahead and to my right, I could see the first tee, where Debbie and Vickie were sharing a joke, throwing their heads back in laughter. I couldn’t catch what they were saying, but I smiled anyway.
Judith’s idea of setting up a weekly golf get-together for our group had turned out to be successful. We’d made arrangements with one of the local golf courses to set up tee times on Thurs
