The Gods Must Be Furious–Chapter Five
A few days later, some rich old men were playing golf on their exclusive country club’s course in Indiana…the one Gary had been talking about. One of them, Gene, snorted at his caddy, who was daydreaming at the moment. “Jeff!” Gene growled at the young man. “Get out of dreamland and get me my putter!” As Jeff looked through Gene’s golf bag, he said (not softly enough), “Little kids should be…

















