C17 “If you didn’t want to play mini golf with us, you should’ve just said so.”

A reproachful voice tore Kim away from her thoughts.

“Sorry.” She woke up. “Is it my turn?”

“It has been for hours.” Jennifer frowned disapprovingly. “Why do we have to wait for you on every single hole?”

“I . . . I’m not quite on top of things today, pardon me,” Kim apologized.

“I can tell you’re not quite on top of things,” Jennifer said. “Or to put it better: not at all on top of anything