"Have you ever played golf?" Dad asks, slowly opening his own leather bound menu.
"I have not," Ryder says almost like he's confessing to something.
"Would you like to try?" Dad asks, a challenge in his voice as he grins at Ryder.
"Sir, if you could give me one good reason why I might like it, then I'll try it just for you," Ryder laughs, not dismissively, but gleefully. He's challenging my dad right back, and my father's eyes spark with delight because of it.
"I can't explain the thrill to you, son. You'll have to experience it yourself." Dad shrugs, paging through the menu as if he didn't know what was on it already.
"A thrill?" Ryder asks with a raised brow. I bite down on my teeth. I think my dad and Ryder have two different types of thrills.
"Oh, yes." Dad chuckles.
"Alright,
