“Morning, Doug,” said Jonah.
Douglas actually jumped a little, and looked around. Jonah's presence surprised him.
Once again, odd.
“Hey.” Douglas' voice was so robotic that it wasn't even funny.
Jonah approached him, curious. “Something on your mind?”
“No.”
“You don't want to talk about it?” pushed Jonah.
“No,” said Douglas.
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” muttered Doug, who hit another golf ball, which ricocheted off of a tree trunk. “I'm sure.”
Jonah shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
He headed for the door.
“Jonah?” called Douglas.
Jonah turned. “Yeah?”
“Do you consider me a man?”
Jonah blinked. “Um…I don't understand the question. Am I not supposed to?”
“I don't mean physically,” said Douglas with impatience. “I mean…you know, through my actions.”
“Actions?” Jonah repeated with a frown. “
