A Delicate Dance
We tee off at 2:00. I called at 11:20."Hey, do you want me to pick you up at 12:30 and we can have some lunch before we warm up?" I asked.
"I'm already on the range," he said.
"You're not at the range," I said. "You're at the house."
"Am I?" he asked. "Did you not hear me hit that ball?"
"You didn't hit a ball."
"Didn't I?"
"Let the mind games begin," I said. He laughed.
When I pick him up, I'm going to tell him I've been controlling my breathing for the last six hours.
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