“Duck,” his girlfriend said blandly.
“Yes, I see the…” Whack! A golf ball careened off his forehead, took a gentle arc over the water, and splashed down causing the duck to quack haughtily before paddling to the other side.
The world spun and turned blue until his girlfriend’s face swung into view, her long brown hair dangling down around her face, “I told this was a bad spot for a picnic.”
“I could die from an intracranial bleed, and you feel the need to say I told you so? That’s it, I’m not calling you my girlfriend any more.”
“That’d be nice, since I’m dating your brother.”
Glen rolled so he was facing away, “Duh, but he’s away again, so we pretend. It’s not like I’m thrilled with the arrangement.”
“Oh, aren’t you?” And she gave his bottom a friendly pat.
Glen just sulked while she went back to the potato salad. He tugged at the corners of the fleece blanket they’d laid out. The plan ran through his mind over and over, and the usual doubts came. This certainly didn’t help.
“Rabbit,” she said.