She was silent again and when she next spoke her voice was full of regret. "That's a real shame Sam because with me, family is just about all you get...." She gave a sigh and continued sadly, "I guess that there's no point in our carrying on with each other. It was nice while it lasted Sam but could you please just stay away from me."She was silent for a moment before saying softly, "goodbye Sam." And the line went dead.Sam sat stunned for several minutes. No coaxing or arguing. No begging or. "Hello, my dear Samantha," said Celia, cheerily. "I wondered if you hada cup of sugar I could borrow. I've run out." As Samantha went to fetchsome sugar, Celia turned to me. "Samantha is settling in nicely, isn'tshe?" Yes," I replied. "She's just been telling us she's even going on thecoach trip to Scarborough." That's right," Celia confirmed. "She's awfully nervous about it,though. It'll be her first time outdoors, you know." Yes," I said. "I do know."Samantha returned from the kitchen.. I know, it's not like football or baseball but it paid for my education. My dream was to play professionally on the PGA Tour. However, the chances of becoming successful as a pro golfer are usually slim and none.The tour is full of guys living from tournament to tournament who don't really make a lot of money. Of course most of them don't really care because it beats working at a real job for a living. Once every two or three decades you have a natural like Tiger Woods come along, but not. By the time I was walking among them without any of them chasing me again, I had seen at least four beaten people laying unconscious along the way and had to focus myself on just the "pickle-pickle" stuff while sneaking in a few thoughts in between about what I should do or where to go.I wandered around a bit looking for a place to hole up, preferably with lots of stairs and doors I could lock. Unfortunately, everywhere I went had pickles inside them, and I was about to try my luck at using a.