They all knew what had happened.
The women that sat around the table in the golf club’s bar area all knew what had happened. They were all there, less than an hour ago, looking on. Just knowing that it had happened made each one of them part of it somehow. Nobody wanted to talk about it; that was obvious. Things brightened up a bit when one of them brought another round to the table, but they couldn’t help noticing how much her arms were shaking when she put the tray down. It had happened on the fourth green. They all saw it. Being members of the same club meant they had an unspoken bond. In this case it also served to make them complicit in some way. As far as they knew it was never reported.
The tension between them was becoming obvious.
The oldest member suddenly blurted out, “Look, I know what you’re all thinking!”
Shrugs and nods all round.
She stroked the back of her neck and frowned. She said, “I really don’t want to talk about it, if that’s all right?”
One of them said, “Sure.”
