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“Watch me.”
I have a new tactic to try. Instead of grabbing the mermaid, I pick up a stuffed bear but when I near the hole Iintentionally drop the bear. It hits the mermaid and she rolls toward the opening.
Sophia gasps. “You nearly did it.”
With the next turn, I pick up a stuffed turtle. I do the same thing as before. I drop the turtle near the mermaid. It hits her and she rolls closer to the opening. I grin as she keeps rolling and falls into the opening.
“Whoo-hoo!” Sophia screams before jumping on my back. “You are the man! Everyone! This is the man!”
I lean down – careful to keep Sophia on my back – and get the stuffed mermaid. I hand it to her.
She hugs it to her chest. “I will cherish this mermaid until my dying day.”
Screw the mermaid. I want to cherish Sophia until my dying day.
Chapter 23
Mermaids drink like fish. Let’s be mermaids.
Sophia
“Where are we going?” I ask once we’re piled in Chloe’s car and driving out of the parking lot ofFive Fathoms Brewing.
“You’ll see,” Chloe sings.
“It’s a tradition we started after you left,” Maya says.
They have traditions that don’t include me? I guess it’s only fair since I left the island to build my career in Atlanta, but I don’t have to like it.
“A tradition without me?”
Nova pats my hand. “You’re back home now and part of the tradition.”
“I’m not certain how playing miniature golf is a tradition,” Paisley says. “There are no customs or beliefs being passed down to the next generation.”
“How do you know?” Chloe asks. “Maybe our children will play mermaid golf while blitzed.”
“Blitzed?” I shake my head. I should have known. “Never mind.”
Naturally, we’re going to drink and play miniature golf. My friends would never do anything as boring as play ‘normal’ miniature golf. Although, the Mermaid Mini Golf course isn’t exactly normal to begin with. How can it be when every hole involves a mermaid in some way?
We arrive at Mermaid Mystical Gardens and turn left toward the Mermaid Mini Golf course. I scan the parking area when we pile out of the car.
“It’s not very busy.”
“It’s happy hour.”
“Why aren’t we at happy hour?” I mumble.
“We are!” Chloe declares as she pulls out a bottle of whiskey. She passes out shot glasses.
“You’re driving,” I remind her.
“Don’t worry. I’m leaving my car here. I have a ride all lined up.”
“Is it with Lucas?” Nova asks.
“Screw Lucas,” Chloe grumbles.
