“As long as we agree not to apply at McDonald’s,” I say when we’re in the car. “I would like to avoid fast food if at all possible.” “Agreed.” She adjusts the rearview mirror of my white Grand Am. “Why am I driving your car again?” “My dad says it needs to be driven. It’s been sitting in the driveway since I came home last month.” It feels odd to sit in my car. It almost smells musty from lack of use. “Ah,” Shel nods in understanding. I direct her to the golf course, which isn’t too far outside of town. We follow the long, tree lined drive until we spot the sign for the main office. “Didn’t this place used to be something else?” she asks as we park outside the pro shop. “No, I think they just changed the name. New owners or something.” We walk into the pro shop and I glance around. Polo shirts precisely hang on racks, golf shoes line the back wall, and hats are stacked neatly for sale with the Bay Woods logo. The front counter is glass and holds tees, gloves, and boxes of golf balls. The woman behind the counter greets us. “Good morning! How may I help you today?”
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