Gillian
"Miniature golf?” Alice’s face lit up. “I haven’t played miniature golf since I was a little kid!”
Oh yes, score one for us! I winked over her head at George. Even he looked pleased as he watched Alice happily pick out a putter and a ball. The little putting green had nine holes of increasing difficulty and complexity.
George went first, in typical George fashion, he analyzed the course very seriously, considering all the angles before he squared up to the tee, and whacked his yellow ball. It bounced off the sides almost exactly as he had planned and rolled to a stop just inches from the hole. He gave it one more gentle nudge and knocked it in the hole.
“Beginner's luck!” Alice laughed. She set her red ball down on the tee. There was no calculating for Alice. Sh
