I’m embarrassed. I’ve never been so spectacularly bad at anything in my life as I am at this.
Unlocking the phone to answer it, I don’t even look at who’s calling. But I’m not surprised when I hear Sophie’s voice.
“Your mom is already texting. I thought it would be easy to answer her questions, but I’m overthinking it, I know.”
I take a few steps away from the players so the sound of my voice doesn’t completely ruin their whole day.
“What does she want?” I whisper.
“Why are you whispering?” she asks.
“Because I’m already at the golf course and this is some serious business, I’m discovering. I thought they were going to kill me when the phone rang.”
“Oh no! Sorry! I should have texted.”
“No, it’s okay. What does she want?”
She lets out a breath. “She wanted to tell me good morning. And did I know my plans for the day. I was still asleep, so honestly, she caught me a little off guard. I know there’s the luncheon at noon and the toga party tonight, but is there something else I’m supposed to be doing today?”
“Sorry, she’s just like that. Wait, is your mom not?” My mom and Sophie’s mom are twins and I’ve thought all this time that Sophie had to deal with the same stuff I did when it came to our moms.
“No. She’ll probably text me once today just to check in, but all you need to say isAll good! Hanging with O!and she’ll be fine.”
Okay, now that’s not fair.
“Just text her that you’re hanging loose until the luncheon. I’m going to try to get there right at noon. I’ll make some excuse why I can’t stay until the end, then haul it back here. After the luncheon, tell her we’re all together working on our togas or something. Hopefully, I won’t be here too long today.”
“Okay, that works. The invitation says the party is at some bed-and-breakfast. I’ll be out front a few minutes early. Need me to bring you some clothes?”
I look down at my sweaty shirt. “Yes, please. Whatever you think. And some deodorant. And some shoes to match whatever outfit you bring. And my makeup bag.”
Sophie laughs. “Anything else?”
“If I could figure out how to squeeze a shower in I would.”
“Yeah, not sure I can help with that. Call me if you think of anything else.”
“Thanks, Soph! I couldn’t do this without you.”
We end the call and I make sure the ringer is off before dropping the phone back into the pocket of my shorts. I really look out of place here in these literal mom shorts and this shirt that isn’t cute at all. The girls who are playing are decked out in Lululemon everything. The short skirt, the fitted sleeveless tank, the whole outfit. And each has a big bow or a visor. All perfectly color-coordinated. Right down to the golf shoes and socks that barely peek out.
I pace slowly behind all of the golfers, keeping an eye on the shrinking pyramids.
“Nice shot, Leo!” a guy yells.
Wait. He can be loud, but I get murder glares over my phone ringing? And then my brain snags on the name.
It can’t be. It’s a coincidence. And then he turns around.
I’m about to run the other way when I hear, “Olivia? Is that you?”
Crap. This can’t be happening. So much for the family not finding out what I’m doing.
“Hey,” I say, shoving the panic deep down at being caught. “Hey! What’re you doing?”
What’re you doing?Uh, he’s playing golf. So dumb.
“Getting some practice in,” he answers easily, as if I didn’t just ask the most ridiculous question ever.
