Chapter 8
Katie hung around the clubhouse for the development and the golf courses while I was at work. In addition to exercising in the fitness center and eating at the grill, she took lessons from one of the golf pros.
It wasn’t long before Katie knew everybody who worked there. Whenever we’d go to the club to eat, people greeted her by name, like a best friend. Me, she’d have to introduce, every time. Then they’d pretend to recognize me.
On a rainy, cold, windy Saturday when very few people were around, and nobody was playing golf, the pro took me on a tour of the clubhouse. Not just the common areas every member saw, but all of it.
I toured the kitchens, both locker rooms, and the back-passage ways that allowed the staff to shuffle food from the kitchen to other parts of the club,
