Matt played pretty good golf he thought but his score was 89. Betty and Bill shot just over a hundred. Steve who was just a few years younger than Mat... posted an 86. He was long and straight. Steve told Matt when he was younger he was five strokes from being a scratch golfer but that was not the case any longer. He impressed Matt as being a good golfer and an interesting person.After golf Betty and Bill excused themselves as they had to go somewhere. Steve wondered if Matt wanted to have lunch. "What happened?"Sarah shrugged. "It was New Year," Sarah muttered. "And I just had a few too many."Tabitha looked at the dirty clothes on the floor, and shook her head. "Vomit stains?" Ahh yeah, well when I hit the fresh air, it just all came up," she explained, still speaking in a quiet, croaky voice."Sarah, you have responsibilities now. Please promise me you ain't gonna be getting pissed every night when we have the baby," the black girl implored of her partner. "You know I hate. I walk to my mother’s room and find my mother done packing. “Can I sleep in here with you?” I ask. “Sure,” she smiles already in bed. I crawl into bed with her and she rolls over so that she’s facing me, wrapping one of her arms around my stomach. “Everything alright?” she asks, her warm breath on my face. “Yeah, I just wanted to sleep with you,” I lie. I quickly drift into sleep, in my mother’s arms. The following morning, I wake up alone. All of my mother’s suitcases are gone, but on. Thank god he ends it fairly quickly and guides me outside where it is not so punishing on my senses. Matt seats us in an unoccupied Balinese style hut ' sorry it's so loud, don't worry the neighbours will most likely complain and they will be made to turn it down a bit' I shrug my shoulders trying to make it seem like I am not bothered by it. I am just happy to be here with him. ' it's ok. I don't mind' Matt smiles at me then announced he is going to get us drink ' stay here ' he is gone before.