Mannion plucked the ball from the cup, kissed it, and held it up for the cheering gallery now swarming in around him to shake his hand and pat him on the back. A pert little redhead pushed her way to the front of the throng.
"Amazing shot," she said. "I didn't think it was possible to blast out of that bunker like that."
Mannion shrugged. "I've played tougher holes," he said.
"I'm sure you have," she said with a suggestive smile. "Maybe you can tell me all about one of them later, after I finish my round."
She held out her hand. He shook it and said, "It's a deal."
She looked at him, amused but also slightly irritated, and put her hand out again.
"My ball?" she said.
He stared at her quizzically.
"I'll need my ball back" she said and almost at the same time he heard his caddy shouting from the trees, "I found it, Mr Mannion! I found it!"