Chapter 18

“It was an amazing night,” Reggie said. “Just an amazing night with a friend.”

The caddie sighed and didn’t say anything else, just patted Reggie’s knee. They sat, silent, while the irreverent ocean breeze ruffled their hair until it was time to go back to the resort and get ready to play.

* * * *

Sergio Correja was a forty-four year old man from Valencia. He was good, no doubt. But that third day, Reggie was better than him. Despite the wind skimming the golf course, he finished the first nine holes with an enviable score under par. But it was during the second nine that he gave his best performance.