Vic Durant stood on the tee at the 9th green, taking deep breaths and composing himself.
He was playing very well, not the least because his caddy was giving him good information and selecting the proper clubs for him to use.
After that one snap at him she had confined herself to talking business only...not inviting any conversation of a personal nature. When he made his birdies, and he'd made three of them so far, she'd merely looked at him. He did not get the impression that she would respond to a high five so he did not offer any.
He had the impression that she didn't like him very much.
Well, it didn't matter if she liked him or not. He was doing pretty well on this course. Once he'd gotten over his snit he was doing just fine...and he'd have gotten over it eventually, regardless of her bracing him on the subject so rudely.
Durant stepped back from the tee, and took another deep breath.
He was being unfair. He'd been acting childishly and she'd snapped him out of it. God knows how many holes he would have bogied if he'd sullked through the first nine holes.
As it was he was -3 on the day with nine holes to go, and he'd better just concentrate.
Durant swung his club back smoothly, then down smoothly, hitting the ball solidly and driving it 300 yards onto the fairway.
He handed his club to his caddy and they walked in silence toward his next shot.
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