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I stopped swinging my driver back and forth and looked at Uncle Billy sitting the golf cart. "That's nice of you to say, Uncle."
Billy looked at the coffee cup in his hand. "Well, I know how fond Eb was of Brad."
"Did you know Brad?" I asked, leaning gently on the golf club.
"I met him once ... at Mary's ... he seemed like a nice guy." Billy took a sip of coffee.
"He was ... he worked with troubled adolescents and he was very good with them ..."
Billy nodded. "That's what Mary said ... guess she worked with him?"
"Yes ... it's going to be tough for her at work."
Billy shrugged. "No doubt ... it's not easy losing a family member."
"And friend," I added.
"I wonder when Eb will back?" Billy said. I wondered how long it would be before he broke the sentimental mood.
I started to swing the club again, trying to loosen up. "I don't know ... he's pretty shook up."
Billy put his coffee in the cup holder and slid out of the seat so he could stand and get a view of a golf cart making it's way along the path from the clubhouse. "Hey, that must be Hank ... look's like he is bringing a friend."
I looked up to see the cart crest the little hill behind the first tee. There were two people in it, but I couldn't make out their features.
As the cart came closer, Billy shook his head. "Damn ... it's Dottie."
The cart drew up behind ours and Hank jumped out, beaming. "I told you I'd bring a replacement for Eb."
Dottie Hamilton remained seated in the cart. She was wearing a pink Izod golf shirt and little white tam, tilted jauntily to the side of head. She was smiling broadly.
"Hi, Dottie," I said.
"Hi, Chris ... hi, Bill."
Billy nodded. "I didn't know we were going to have a mixed foursome."
Dottie's smile faded.
"Dottie is a hell of a golfer," said Hank. "She'll have to give us strokes."
Billy went to his bag on the rear of cart to pull out his driver. "I don't think that will be necessary."
"Dottie is my partner, right?" I asked.
"Sure," said Hank. "You don't mind dragging Chris along with you, do you Dottie?"
"Not at all," said Dottie, "We'll be looking forward to taking your money."
Billy laughed. "Obviously, you haven't seen Wonder Boy golf."