Following that whole fiasco, Dexter works to improve his social and economic standing.
After college, he goes to the big city near Black Bear Lake and invests in a laundry business. He specializes in high-quality laundry services for wealthy customers. (Good way to get in with them.)
Before he is even twenty-seven, he owns the largest string of laundries in the Midwest.
Eventually, he'll sell the chain of stores and move to New York.
Before this move east, when Dexter is twenty-three, an older rich man named Mr. Hart gives Dexter a guest pass to the Sherry Island Golf Club. Yep, same place he used to work.
He plays golf with three wealthy guys, two of whom he used to caddy for. Ah, how the tables have turned.
As they are playing, one of them – Mr. T.A. Hedrick – takes a golf ball to the stomach. Ouch. (Although that sounds better than a golf club to the chest, which is what Hilda almost got.)
The golf ball belongs to none other than Judy Jones. Golf paraphernalia is clearly her weapon of choice.
She doesn't seem particularly sorry to have hit an old man in the stomach. She continues to play as the other golfers – Mr. Hedrick, Mr. Sandwood, and Mr. Hart – all comment on her splendid physical appearance.
After sunset, Dexter goes swimming in Black Bear Lake. He reaches the furthest raft out on the lake, and as he's lying there, a motorboat suddenly approaches him.
It's Judy Jones.
She asks Dexter to drive the motorboat so that she can ride on a surfboard behind it.
Judy wants to avoid the man waiting for her in her house on Sherry Island, who has just told her she is his ideal. She can't take a compliment, apparently. (Just kidding, that's actually kind of creepy.)
Dexter drives Judy's boat so that she can surf behind him, and on a whim, Judy invites Dexter to dinner the next evening.