As Greg grew older, his own interest in the sport naturally began to waver. Sure, he still caddied for Mr. Johns, but most of the time while he waited on the green, his mind wandered. He was a teenager, with raging hormones, and out on the golf course, he’d passed many an afternoon lost in wicked thoughts. More than half of them involved Mr. Johns, who was attractive even if he were old enough to be Greg’s father. Whenever Trey joined them for a few holes, his presence grated on Greg’s nerves. He was a geeky kid who wore glasses and had a constant battle with acne on his cheeks. Around Greg, he had such a goofy, nervous laugh. Suddenly he couldn’t string together two complete sentences; he grew awkward, his usual banter quieted, and the moments they had to spend together were strained. Gre
