The next few holes are the same. Trey tees off, then stands by Greg without speaking as his friends finish the hole. Of the foursome, he’s the best golfer, and is pretty much playing the course for par. His friends aren’t as serious about their game—oh, they’re quiet enough when Trey’s at the tee, but they joke and kid around when their turns come. By the third hole, Greg’s fed up with them, and he wishes he could get them thrown off the green. “What the hell do you see in them?” he asks.
Trey stands beside him, watching one of the guys line up a shot. It takes three swings before he hits the ball. The others laugh when it finally sails into the distance, and his own caddy teases, “You’re already over par, Chet. I wouldn’t hit it again if I were you.”
At first, Greg doesn’t think Trey wi
