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“Thanks,” I said, giving the the light and maybe had twenty minutes left

Dad moved over just then “I’m outta balls”

I snorted “Yeah, half of them are in the trees”

“True,” he said “But golf’s never been ame”

I glanced in my bucket “You want some of mine?”

“Nah You’re doing good I’ll watch”

I shrugged “Your call”

I grabbed soht ahead, all within ten to fifteen feet of each other, I paused, aware thaton his mind

I set up another ball

“I heard you playing your guitar this ”

And just like that, any ease that I’d had slipped away like water down the drain My entle wrists went the way of the dinosaur

I swunglike that up out here Golf was sacred—what part of that didn’t he get? I chopped at it and the ball hopped to the left, ju to a standstill

Glaring, I turned around because I wanted my dad to knoasn’t impressed with his choice of conversation But his eyes were dark and I saw the concern It was a look I’d seen way too er was still there, ru beneath my skin like his Harley, I couldn’t act on it

“I sounded like crap”

I would be lying if I didn’t say that I aiting for him to tell o when it was sagging But that wasn’t ive hi honest and direct He’d toldother than the truth was a waste of time That time wasn’t always on our side, so aste it?