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A Woman's Game Chapter 9
No matter what Francis always keeps track of what's going on in the golfing community whether it's local, national, or international. She has to be up to date with all the news otherwise she'll be at a disadvantage left behind from the rest of the competition.
So Francis had heard about the U.S. Open long before a lot of people around her did. She's looking forward to enjoying it. Francis doesn't expect to compete in such a big game, but she'll have fun watching from the sidelines as a spectator.
Right now as Francis cleaning the front windows of the shop she's currently working at one of her coworkers Frank Hoyt is blabbing about it to another one of their fellow employees. This one goes by James Burk.
"Can you believe they moved the Open back 3 whole months just so one guy can play in it," said Frank, leaning against a filled display case.
Shrugging, dryly, James said, "Well, he's Harry Vardon, The Stylist, The Greyhound."
The list of titles Harry Vardon has gained over the years since his career in golf began goes on and on. He's that big of a legend now.
Still arguing his case, disgusted, sharply, Frank said "Hey, I don't care if he's the man on the moon. They wouldn't do that for an American."
Well, can't argue with that. Frank's got a good point there.
Subtle about it Francis seems to perk up at the mention of her favorite role model's name. Her admiration has never once lessened from when she was a little kid during that demonstration in Boston.
Pointing at Francis, Frank said "Ask Francis. She actually plays the sport."
Raising his head from the bookkeeping he was working on, James accused "You're pulling my leg."
Shaking his head, Frank said "I lie to you not. It's the truth. There was actually a big fuss over her a while back when she competed in the National Amateur Championship."
Turning to face her, James said "You did?"
Not pausing in her work, Francis said "Yeah. I didn't win, but I played a good game. For me, it was a victory just to have gotten passed the qualifier. A lot of people thought I wouldn't be able to do it, too. But I wouldn't say I'm the best. There are hundreds of other players out there. I do not doubt that most of them are better than me."
Francis now steps down from the window with the bucket and rag in her hands as she heads for the back.
"Ah, she's being modest. Francis is a pretty good player. A lot of people want her to give it up, though. Some people are even talking saying you have for the glamor of retail. Isn't that right, Francis," goaded Frank.
"Come on, Frank. You know that's not the case. Just because I haven't played for a little while doesn't mean I've quit. I'm just working to put some money away for college," called Francis, speaking to him over her shoulder.
"Francis," said Frank.
This time Francis refuses to dignify that with an answer.
"Francis," said Frank, cupping his hands around his mouth.
Francis keeps on walking.
Francis has learned by now just to basically brush Frank off and ignore him whenever he gets like this. She's aware Frank doesn't mean to do any harm or create a degree of disrespect. Sometimes he likes to start an argument simply for the fun of it.
Either way, Francis doesn't really care about it that much. It's not stuff she hasn't heard from other people before. Things like that literally go through the end of one ear and out the other where it pertains to her in a constant flow. That's more than easy enough to do with the right kind of incentice attached.
That night Francis took her mother to the opera house for a late-night show. She makes good money and occasionally Francis can afford a treat like this.
Afterward on the long walk home in the clear night air Francis can't stop thinking about the opera singer and her passion for golf alike.
Smiling, reminiscent, Mary Ouimet chuckled "Oh, well. It was glorious. Wasn't it glorious?"
Agreeing with her mother's assessment after such an enchanting performance in the theatre, Francis said "Yes, it was."
"Have you ever heard such a voice," asked Mary Ouimet, 'cause she sure hasn't.
"It was like the…the music was coming through her from someplace else," said Francis, impressed. "Mother, that's the feeling I've always wanted for myself when I'm on a course with a club in my hand."
"And look at how far you've come," said Mary Ouimet, gently moving a stray strand of hair out of her eldest daughter's eyes.
Authors Note:
Hope you guys all like this one! I most certainly did writing it. ;DI hope you all like this one! I certainly did while writing it for your vast enjoyment! ;D
For those of you just starting out with my stuff there are other works on my profile that may catch your interest. I highly recommend you take a look as soon as the opportunity presents itself to you. Who knows, you may be pleasantly surprised by what you discover.
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So, in light of all this, it is important to live life to the fullest as much as anyone can.
I know I am. ;) See you guys next time.