Fancy Pants (Wynette, Texas #1)(172)

“How was it?” Teddy asked, peering down the fairway.

“About a hundred and eighty yards,” Skeet said, chuckling. “I never saw a little kid hit a ball so far.”

Teddy was aggravated. “It's not a big deal, Skeet. I don't know why you always make such a big deal out of it. Hitting a golf ball is easy. It's not like trying to catch a football or hit a baseball or something really hard like that. Anybody can hit a golf ball.”

Skeet didn't say anything. He was carrying Teddy's clubs down the fairway and he was laughing too hard to talk.