Iâm good at this!â Kelly yelled immodestly.
Her mum was even better. She passed Keanu over to my mum, hardly bothered to take aim, gave the ball a sharp little tap â and got a hole in one!
âWell done, well done!â said Dad, and patted her on the back.
Dave gave her a great-big-kiss-on-the-lips â a very different sort of kiss from the kind Dad gives Mum.
Mum didnât look in a kissy mood at all. She thrust Keanu at Dad and took aim. She didnât get a hole in one. Or two or three or four. Dad kept telling her to hold her club at a different angle and Mumâs lips got tighter and her knuckles whiter as she gripped the club and whacked. Her score was six.
Dean scored six too. He did much better than Iâd expect of a little kid his age.
Then Kellyâs mumâs boyfriend Dave had a go and he scored
another
hole in one. There was another great-big-kiss-on-the-lips. They even made
noises
. Biscuits imitated them delightedly. Mum nudged him and frowned. Iâd have died of embarrassment if I was Kelly but she just laughed and said if they went on like that sheâd have to tip them in the waterfall to cool them off.
Then it was Dadâs turn. He still had Keanu. He tried to pass him over to Biscuits and me, but we backed away. Kelly rescued us and took him herself. Dad took a long time, bending his knees and peering at the hole and swinging his club around.
âCome on, mate, get on with it,â Kellyâs mumâs boyfriend Dave said, wiping Kellyâs mumâs lipstick off his chin.
Dad looked a little irritated and hit the ball. He didnât get a hole in one. Or two. He scored three.
âHere, I thought you were meant to be an ace golfer!â said Kellyâs mumâs boyfriend Dave, looking amused.
âYes, but no-one can play properly on these little Mickey Mouse greens,â Dad said quickly. âCome on, boys, get a move on. Weâre holdingup the next players.â
I turned round and saw to my horror there was a little queue of people waiting to start their game. Theyâd all be watching me.
âI donât want to play!â I mumbled.
âYou might be good at golf,â said Biscuits cheerily. âShall I go next then?â
Biscuits was brilliant! He very nearly got a hole in one himself, but it just bounced over it. He sunk the ball with just one more quick putt.
âWowie!
Iâm
good at golf!â said Biscuits, doing a little joggy up and down dance, making everyone laugh.
I was glad for him â and yet I wished heâd made a real muck-up of it. Then I wouldnât be the worst.
âCome on, Tim,â Dad yelled at me. âEveryoneâs waiting.â
âLook, itâs OK, I wonât play,â I said. âI donât mind a bit. I donât want to make all these people wait.â
âDonât be so silly, Tim,â said Dad, and he came striding over to me. He lowered his head. âDonât show me up in front of all the others,â he hissed. âJust get on with it.â
I tried. My hands were slippy as I seized the club. I took a wild swing. And missed completely.
âHey, hey, careful!â said Dad. âNo, youâve got to keep your eye on the ball. Have another go.â
I tried. I did hit the ball this time. About a centimetre.
âHit it a bit
harder
, Tim,â said Dad, sighing. âAnd hold the club with your hands together. No wonder youâre so useless.â
I tried again. I could hear giggling behind me. Kelly and Biscuits were talking together, looking at me.
It was cold in the moonlight, with a sharp breeze off the sea, but I was burning hot. I took another swing and the ball went careering off in totally the wrong direction.
There was a great scornful whoop. Not from behind. Not from in front. From above. I looked up.
It was Prickle-Head and Pinch-Face!
âOh no. Oh Dad, please. I canât play any more. Donât
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