In the Pink(2)

　　I ducked down behind the shoe mirror as they headed toward the golf ball section. Would they buy the Tour Edition Titleists? Probably not without help. I dashed down the club display aisle and slipped behind the mountain of shimmering red and gold boxes.

　　"What about these yellow balls?" I heard my youngest child ask.

　　"Or these orange ones?" my daughter added.

　　I poked until a box of Titleists fell on the floor a few feet from them.

　　"Whoa, dude. This whole thing could fall," said my older son.

　　"Yeah. Let's look somewhere else."

　　Darn. I followed in a crouched position as they walked slowly by the golf bags and over to the glove display. Perfect. One of those double-thick, imported gloves with the removable ball marker. They walked right by. Okay. Maybe they'll pick out one of those electronic distance calculators or a six-pack holder. They ambled on.