She drove around on the golf cart. She drove past the people who we bought our
place from. They asked where she was
going. She said she was looking for me
on the golf course.
They said, "Is that him in the blue shirt?" Barb said, "Yes that’s him". They said, “Does he where blue shirts all the
time?”
When we got back to Canada, Barb went out and bought me some golf shirts in other colours.
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