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We end up at a golf club, and Evelyn whispers in my ear, fifteen minutes after we get on the course, that she doesn't know how to play and is not about to embarrass herself.
I laugh. "Why don't I teach you? You're a fast learner, so you only need a few lessons and thirty minutes."
Her eyes widen with glee, and I swallow an amused chuckle. Who would have thought that this woman—formidable in the workplace -- could have this childlike wonder in her eyes when trying new things?
Heading to the golf cart nearby, I take out two golf clubs and a golf ball.
"We will work on your swing," I explain as I hand her one of the clubs. "Having a good swing is all about positioning. You must know how to hold the club, or you'll lose your swing even before you start."
I can tell she's a little
