Free DASHED DREAMS by Susan Worley-Bean Page A

We just play for fun,” Lynda said.
    “Almost all of the ladies in the tournament are wives and girlfriends of the celebrity gentlemen playing, so there’s not much competition. In the past, this tournament’s been fun for everyone,” Bertie said.
    They entered the hotel lobby that was bustling with activity. A welcome fire in the fireplace cracked and popped. While talking, they walked towards the same bank of elevators that she and Jillian had used previously. Bertie used her card, the doors opened, she pressed floor 25, and glanced toward Jillian. “Your suites are on the same private floor as our Star Suite.” Everyone looked at Jillian, and for a brief second she blushed.
    Jillian felt so anxious, like a teenager getting ready to see her boyfriend at a high school dance. Bertie showed each of the girls all the complements of their suites and asked if they’d like the connecting doors to be opened.
    “Miss James, Mr. Montgomery will call for you and your friends at about six this evening. Tonight’s theme is tropical, and there’s a cocktail party before dinner. Please call if you need anything. Ladies, there’s a personalized itinerary on each of your desks, listing this weekend’s events. Listed beside each event is the suggested dress.”
    Bertie nodded to Lynda and Emma, “Welcome to Tucker’s. Each of you have a gift basket in your room to thank you for your participation. Oh, I almost forgot. While we were on our tour, your suitcases were delivered and unpacked as a courtesy to you.” The three girls looked at each other, smiled and said, “Thank you.”
    “Your golf clubs are locked in lockers on our sports floor. We’ll have them ready for you before your tee time.”
    Once again, the three said, “Thank you.”
    In Lynda’s suite, the three girls looked around: a king bed, an alcove that contained a sofa, coffee table, and an overstuffed easy chair. There was a desk and chair, and a large heavy wood cabinet which contained a large television and DVD player. There were two bathrooms in each suite, one with a garden tub and the other with a large marble step-in shower. Each bathroom contained a small television and a telephone. Lynda opened the set of sheer drapes. All three of the girls sighed. The view of Lake Tahoe was spectacular.
    “Hey, this what I call a suite. Ladies, don’t you think this is the most luxurious room we’ve ever had?” Lynda asked. They agreed.
    Reading the itinerary, Emma said, “Look who’s scheduled to attend.” The three girls huddled over the list, oh-ing and ah-ing over the names.
    “Look, at all the celebrities who’re going to be here. And we’re going to hobnob with them all.”
    Lynda and Emma remembered that Bertie had said something about a thank-you basket, and centered their attention on the basket of goodies. In the corner of the basket was a thank-you card from the Diabetes Association. Emma discovered gifts were also in the bedroom closet: A windbreaker and polo shirt with the Common Down logo, a Tucker signature tote bag, and another tote from Negative Point, inside a certificate for a custom-made golf bag and a pair of golf shoes.
    “Hey, look here.”
    “What’cha you find?” Lynda asked.
    “What’s Negative Point?” Emma asked.
    “Negative Point’s a manufacturer of golf shoes and bags. They’re really high-scaled, money-wise. Remember the ad for classy golf bags in the golf magazine we were looking at? This is those people,” Lynda said.
    “Boy, look how neat your clothes are hung! Look at your shoes. Emma your clothes closet hasn’t ever looked so good,” Lynda said.
    “I guess when you hobnob in high circles, this is what you get!” Emma commented.
    Jillian left Lynda and Emma deciding when they’d go down to redeem their gifts. She reminded them that they had about 45 minutes before RJ was coming to pick them up.
    “Oh, it’s RJ now,” Emma said.
    Jillian stammered. “I meant, Robert.”
    “Yeah, sure. WOW ! Hey,