close to new orleans , we pulled into a diner off the main highway . but then his gaze locked with hers . daves 20-foot birdie putt was center cut , but came up inches short . if possible , dont return tomorrow either . ask your horse to bring us back , i said . she stared at him through her lashes . `` he 's not going to like where i 'm going unless it 's yale . '' my leg screams in pain , but i do not let go . he did n't move , except his mouth . 