On the weekends, Mother and I would head to the clubhouse to watch the pensioners practice their swings. One of them, Mr. Reiner, asked me to caddy for him on Saturdays, and Mother approved. I saved the crisp notes he tipped, savoured the back pats he gave.
The money bought me my first 7-iron; the pats were for marrying Mother.
After baby David came along, Mr. Reiner and I would practice our swings every weekend. Mother stayed home.
David became my caddy shortly after Mr. Reiner left.
I made sure to tip him with crisp notes. Only cowards give back pats.