A few days later, Vic Durant stopped in at the country club to talk to the manager.
He was greeted warmly, as befitted a tournament winner.
"I wanted to talk to you about my caddie, Michelle Bravo." he said. "I want to hire her permanently." Vic believed in coming straight to the point.
The clubhouse manager, whose name was Paul Friedel, stared at him. Then he said, "Let me call her up and get her down here."
"Thank you."
Freidel picked up his phone and called Michelle's number.
As it happened, this was the one day Michelle wasn't working. And she'd taken advantage of her day off to go for a drive upstate to visit a botanical gardens. All Freidel got was her cellphone.
"Michelle. This is Paul. Vic Durant has stopped by and wants to talk to you about caddying for him on a regular basis. Give me a call as soon as you get this message."
He hung up and turned to Vic.
"Today is her day off, she must be out and about. Did you...I mean...if you'll give me her phone number I'll have her call you."
Vic stood up, nodding. He told Friedel his phone number, and Paul promised to give it to Michelle as soon as she called.
"Thanks," said Vic. "By the way, as long as I'm here, do you mind if I play a few rounds?"
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Story resumes this week
I haven't forgotten this story and am anxious to get back to it....but dealing with family issues right now.
Soon...this week, promise!
Soon...this week, promise!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
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