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I don’t know what I’d do if you hung around the house all weekend.”
    She went across the barroom to sit with some of her women friends.
    “I’ve heard of him,” Tommy admitted. “He makes the cut every now and then, but he’s a real ass-kicker if he wins any money. Buys everybody endless rounds of drinks, makes all manner of crude remarks about the winners, and tries to pinch the butts of all the women under seventy, whether or not their husbands are standing there. He’s banned from half the courses in the country.”
    “Sounds like he should be.” Dennis gestured to the waitress.
    “What’s more interesting is the hole-in-one prize.”
    “A three-legged mule? A portable out house? Dinner for two at the local greasy spoon?”
    “A Ranger Z21, twenty-one feet, all the gadgetry.” Dennis ordered a gin and tonic, then glanced at him. “Want a drink?”
    Tommy whistled. “You’re fuckin’ making that up. How does that crappy little podunk come up with a prize like that? Yeah, maybe clubs like Southern Hills or Diamante can afford to give away new cars or vacation packages, but not…” He looked up at the waitress, who was thinking about her unpaid utility bills.
    “Gimme a Johnnie Walker on the rocks, sweetie. Make it a double and I’ll take you on a boat ride.”
    “Sure, Mr. Ridner,” she said with a warm smile. after several drinks, he was known to be a big tipper. Mr. Gilbert and his wife were lucky if they got served.
    “Of course, you have to make a hole-in-one,” Dennis pointed out.
    “You think the course is seventy-five hundred yards like Augusta? I can probably chip in from the tee. I’ve won the club championship seven out of the last ten years, for gawd’s sake, and the state tournament three times. I can handle what’s likely to be a miniature golf course.”
    “I’m sure you can handle it, buddy.” But not Amanda, Dennis thought smugly as he went over to Amanda’s table and helped her scoot back her chair. She was untouchable. Nobody paid any attention to their bickering as they left.
    Tommy realized he’d been stiffed for the bill.
    • • •
    Kale Wasson was lying on his bed, swaddled in bliss from the pot he’d smoked. The speakers positioned around his room blared raucous music. Sunlight danced across his face. All the scene needed was a naked girl nestled against him, her hands gently arousing him as her tongue slipped into his ear. Rachel, the blonde in his chem lab, with her pouty lips and beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. Or a brunette like Maria Teresa, who swaggered into homeroom every day and had once smiled at him in the hall. Maybe both of them, kneeling on either side of him, their breasts brushing against him. Kale’s face flushed as he imagined their animal growls, their hot breath—
    “Are you sick, honey?” his mother said as she opened his door.
    “You’ve been here all afternoon. What’s that smell?”
    “Incense. I’m meditating.”
    Kathleen sighed. “Wouldn’t you be better off practicing your chip shots in the backyard? The tournament is in less than two weeks, and you need to focus on it.”
    “Why? It’s not rated. What’s the prize? A twenty-dollar gift card for Wal-Mart? I’ve got better things to do than waste my weekend at some two-bit tournament with a bunch of pathetic losers who’ve never broken par.”
    She came into the room, opened a window, and began to pick up his dirty clothes. “Not all pathetic losers. They’ve snagged a PGA player and a couple of people you know. Would you please turn down that awful music? I don’t know how you can stand it in here.” She gave him a moment to comply, then did it herself.
    “Besides, you need the practice for the PGA Junior Tournament. If you want to get a golf scholarship for college, you’re going to have to get your name mentioned in the media.”
    “What PGA player?”
    “I don’t remember the name. I do know that Tommy Ridner and Natalie Hotz are on the list,