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Rita Shaughnessy stood beneath the
patio overhang at the rear of the bungalow she had occupied for nearly a
month at the Samantha Forbes Clinic, a copper-faced wedge poised about
three-quarters back in her swing. Though it was a man’s club, it hardly
mattered. She’d been the longest-hitting woman on the tour, could
outdrive more than a few of her male counterparts. Besides, she was
hardly in a position to be picky about her equipment.
"Spend enough time in a place like this," she said over her shoulder,
"you can figure out all sorts of things."
Copyright,Les Standiford , 2000 |