Calvin pulled up, waiting, a smile lighting his ebony face. He leveled a rheumy gaze on her. Mr. Jacoby believes in utilizing the club limit. She risked giving the old man a brief, one-armed hug, then grasped the bag again. This is my first day.
Beggars can t be choosers.
He shook his head, eyes wary. Well, caddies is valuable for sure, and soon s they see how much you knows bout golf, they ll be doggin you. This doesn t involve Mr. Beau. Her tone derided the homage that Calvin, a St. Cyr family employee since before Beau s birth, paid his boss. It s a big tour.