The golfers always treated their caddies to lunch or dinner, depending on when they completed their rounds, and the clubhouse dining room was filling up. Two golfers and their caddies from Great Britain and Ireland signaled to Rio and Jorge to join them.
There wasn’t room for Greg and Arnie, but when Rio turned to suggest they find another table and eat together, Greg said, “That’s okay. We’re being hailed by a group in the corner.”
“Gotcha.” Disappointment swept through Rio, leaving an unpleasant taste in his mouth, but it would’ve been rude not to respond to the invitations and there wasn’t an open table large enough for the four of them.
A short time later, his hunger satisfied for now, he exited the now-crowded dining room, and Greg caught up with him. “See you at two for the clinic
