By Moh Afdhaal
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.
I don’t know… but Mr. Reiner gave both!! Why calling him a coward… 🙁
A little clue to why he left the narrator’s mother, maybe? A good story. I enjoyed it 🙂
Brilliant story. A hole in one.