"Up and at 'em, little girl!"
Someone was way too cheerful, Jennie thought to herself with a groan. She rolled over in bed and buried her face in a pillow to block out the morning sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. "Close the blinds," she moaned.
Instead, she felt the covers being hauled away from her. "Lisa!" She rolled over and sat up.
Lisa was standing next to the bed, dressed in a pair of garish plaid shorts and a bright green polo shirt. "Hurry up!" she said, as Jennie rubbed her eyes against the glare from Lisa's outfit.
"Golf?"
Lisa nodded, grinning at her and bobbing excitedly on the balls of her feet.
Jennie couldn't help but smile back at Lisa. Ever since the night of their argument, Lisa had been nearly manic with enthusiasm. The past 48 hours had flown past in a whirlwind of activity. No, not a whirlwind. More like a maelstrom. Like one of those movie montage sequences that's been so over-edited it makes you dizzy, just watching.
"Come on, get dressed," Lisa said. "We've got a 9 AM tee time."
"I don't think I brought any golf clothes, Lisa."
Lisa turned and picked up a garment bag that was resting on the bureau behind her, holding it out to Jennie with a flourish. "I had my stylist send up some options."
Jennie raised her eyebrows. "You have a stylist for golf?"
"Of course!" Lisa said, gesturing at her own clothes. "You think this happens all by itself?"
"Is that a trick question?"
Lisa laughed, dumping the garment bag on the bed in front of her. "The hideous clothes are the best part," Lisa said.
"We're really going golfing?"
"You said you wanted to go!"
"Did I say that?"
"Here," Lisa replied. "Look, I made a list." She took out her phone and held it out for Jennie to see. She squinted to read the notepad Lisa had opened:
Age-Appropriate Activities
1- Golf
2- Scrabble
3- Lakers games
"I've got the Scrabble board and the basketball tickets all ready to go," Lisa said to Jennie as she read.
"That's quite the extensive list."
"We'll think of more as we go," she shrugged. "But seriously, Jennie, get dressed." Lisa reached out and tapped on the garment bag again. "We're gonna miss our tee-time!"
