I lined up my shot and chipped for the hole. The ball rose high, floated for a moment above the green and fell to the ground. It bounced once, twice, three times and rolled past the hole and on for another three yards. I watched it with some pleasure.
"Good effort," Doctor Hetherington said. "Let"s see if I can beat it." He chose a niblick from his tattered golf bag, took a practice swing and hit the ball sweet as a nut.
The ball barely rose above ground level as it soared toward the green. It landed a foot from the hole, bounced over the top and came to rest an inch from my own.
"Not as good as I had hoped," Doctor Hetherington admitted.
"Most men would not care to play golf against a woman." I eyed the distance between my ball and the hole and selected my putter. "In case the woman w
