Leaving the house was a teenage girl. But what was odd about the girl was what she was wearing. The girl was wearing a blue golf shirt and a pair of grey slacks. Her black hair was tied into a ponytail and tucked under a cap. She also seemed to be carrying a golf bag.
"Hey Zoe!" Mikey said as he got out of the car.
The two adults followed him. "Can't talk, kiddo. I have a golf game with Richard McMillan. Don't want to be late." She didn't stop to talk more.
"You didn't find that odd?" Gary asked Lorraine.
"No, why?"
"Why is a teenage girl playing golf with one of the wealthiest businessmen in town?" He asked.
"I suppose because they both like golf, dear," Lorraine said.
"Zoe is always running off somewhere," Mikey said. "I hardly see her."
"Let's just have a talk with your parents."
