Page 62 of Putting Out
She squeezed him so tight she wondered if he might protest, but instead, he squeezed her back.
“Don’t be nervous for me, Pop. I know you are, but I’m going to be fine. Luke said his place is in a gated community so we’ll be out of reach of the press and anyone else who comes looking.”
“I don’t like some of the things they’re saying on TV about you. Those professional golfers should be ashamed.”
“It’s a bunch of chest beating. It will settle down soon, you’ll see. I’ll call.”
“Okay.” He let go. “Don’t you be nervous, either. You can do this. I know you can. You see I knew this girl… woman…once named Reilly and she had the sweetest swing I ever did see.”
Reilly could only nod for fear of making a fool of herself and bawling all over her grandfather. Which in turn would make him bawl and then Grams would bawl. It was the Irish in all of them.
“Take care. Both of you. Just think next time you see me I’ll be playing for the Royal Blue.”
