Chapter Seven
“Ladies, if you could all grab your suitcase from the bus.” Suzanna, the Lady Captain of RTGC yelled at the group of chattering ladies assembled in front of the entrance to Hotel do Golf in Vilamoura. “Leave your golf bags, as these will be driven straight to the club ready for us this afternoon.”
Diane waited her turn until she could grab her small suitcase from the bus’s luggage compartment. She didn’t envy Suzanna her leadership position on this trip. They had only just flown out this morning and already she’d had to repeatedly yell instructions and recover a few women who had wandered off on the way to the boarding gate, as if she were herding a flock of wild sheep.
When everyone had retrieved their luggage they made their way into the hotel lobby.
“Maggie,” Suzanna c
