She broke her nail and tore it off with her teeth. Cricket and tea may have won the Empire but golf and red bull will conquer Space. Between now and then I´ll stick to coffee. Maybe caffeine was what Napoleon was missing. By the time we get to the course we might see something interesting. The range was wide open and I started launching the dimpled white orbs skyward following each of their trajectories with keen darting eyes, like a cat does in front of a new fish-tank. Whole and then at one with the club was my mantra. Golf. Flog. A game of self loathing, I thought as I made the swing. It had taken me 20 years to realize that I was not a good golfer. I was a terrible golfer. The holographic greens stretch out to infinity as I set out to look for my lost ball. She laughed while telling me that the faux gravity would help me play. Walking together, with the caddy right behind us, I could not help my irritation. Why is she here? I could not tell in her somewhat sweet mockery, if she was fond of me or not.