Jennifer watched Stavros back his black BMW out of the driveway. It was Thursday afternoon, prime golf time. He had all his golf gear packed up, his set of Titleist clubs, his Nike driver, 20XI balls and a brand new golf glove. He would be gone until dark. She sighed a sigh of relief. Gone were the days when she rode alongside him, being his caddy. "Which iron do you think Kukla?" Kukla was his pet name for her. It meant "doll" in Greek. "The nine...