Lucy took her shot and sank the ball. She retrieved it and headed towards the next hole, now far more focused on their conversation than the game they were playing. It was far more intriguing than tapping a ball into a hole.
She chewed on her lip, thinking hard. Who would be telling them something? And why would they feel the need to tell them something? What was it they had to know, and how did Max and James and Alex play into it? Her dad always told her everything happened for a reason. There had to be a reason for all of this.
"Do you think the landlord is in on this? Do you think the landlord knows what's going on?" That was the only person that had any sort of information about all of them. But that didn't explain why. She felt like she should know why, like the answer was inside of her, just written in another language that she could not understand. It was frustrating.
She lined up her shot and took it carelessly. It didn't even get close to the hole. She didn't care.