CHAPTER 165

  The later afternoon sun hung lowly on the sky, its warm golden glow spread across the environs and the greens of the members only golf course.

  The neatly trimmed lawn that stretched out to a full length with slight interruptions of tiny holes that had white flags sticking out from the front of it could pass for a green carpet with a soft and gentle feeling underneath one foot.

  The soft, co-ordinated murmurs of the members that came out to play filled the surrounding, along with the crisp sound that was made as they waded their golf stick on the ball.

  The rustling leaves of the tall trees that acted like borders around the golf course was not left out of the whole harmony of the shattering sounds of the members created in the atmosphere.