Reston's Rat

Reston's RatThe sun was a smudge in the fog. The clubhouse was fogged in. Crows pecked grass seed off the practice green. I watched a crow tug a worm until the worm, a gray wire, snapped.Reston, waiting at the first tee, grunted when he saw me. "Welcome, snot," he said. "Tell me. How long can you swim?""Good morning," I said.Reston lit a smoke. "If your life depended, I mean," he growled. Reston smoked unfiltered cigarettes; over the years they had tarred...