I don't plan on wearing anything so pastel. I'm also avoiding the normal old man golf pants. Jeans and a yellow tee are as close as I'll get to embracing the golf lifestyle. "You look nice," she says, pressing her hands against my chest. "I like how your shirts are always tight." "Don't get me hard before we see your dad." "Mom will be there too." "Yeah, but I'm good with moms. I have trouble with dads. One of my ex-girlfriend's dad chased me with a bat." "Why?" I kiss her forehead and grin. "Let's just say I don't always think before I speak." Smiling, Meredith wants to say something sarcastic, but she doesn't. I appreciate her holding her tongue even if I can't. We take Meredith's little SUV to the country club golf course. During the drive, I sit back and practice being quiet. Meredith laughs twice on the way, finding my silence entertaining. The guard at the country club's front gate recognizes Meredith. He gives me a curt nod then lets us through. "Did you ever take Sandy Schmuck's last name?" I ask after the guard refers to her as Ms.
