Chapter Four
“How about you show me a swing,” Tamsin said. “See how far you can hit the ball.”
Diane looked like a natural in her golf outfit, as if she’d been doing this all her life. She probably had. She wore a bright orange polo shirt and a pair of navy-blue trousers. Her golf bag was perched on an electric cart.
Tamsin had taught a lesson to ‘the trollop’ the day before and, although she’d been dressed in similar garments, Debbie didn’t come near the effortless elegance of Diane.
Diane selected a seven iron and positioned herself for her swing. Tamsin studied her movement as she hit the ball.
“Can you do that a few more times, please?” she asked.
Diane didn’t say anything; she just focused on hitting the balls. Tamsin had looked up her profile on the club’s internal website, as
