Life Lessons According to Camryn:
One must handle stress like a dog; if you can't eat it or play with it, pee on it and walk away.
Troy stared at the golf ball on the green in front of him, then clear across the grounds to where it was supposed to land. No way was this going to end well. He'd never golfed a day in his life. Never wanted to. He aligned his club, reared back, and swung.
The ball bounced off a neighboring tree and straight at Justin's face. He ducked and looked at Troy as if they'd escaped a near-death experience.
Fisher shook his head. "Nice shot, man. At least you hit something. I can't find my ball."
Fisher was talking to him now. This was new.
Troy scratched his head. "Whose idea was it to go golfing, anyway?" They were only on the fifth hole and collectively their
