Chapter Twenty-Five
“Hold your hands a little higher when you’re addressing the ball,” Tamsin said, lifting Diane’s hands and the club they were gripping by an inch. “This is a seven iron, not a driver.”
Diane felt her posture straighten slightly as a consequence. She was trying to keep her focus on hitting the ball nice and straight, but Tamsin’s touch, innocuous as it was, made it very hard. She swung her club back, paused for a fraction of a second at the top, and then brought the club back towards the ball. The ball flew straight to the right side of the driving range, not rising more than three feet above the ground.
Diane looked at Tamsin sheepishly. “I guess I have to adjust to this new position of my hands.”
Tamsin chuckled. “You need to keep your eyes on the ball for longer wh
