from Mislaid by Nell Zink:
“Tennis never gets boring,” Meg said. “It puts you in a trance. That’s what we should do! Play tennis!”
Lomax blushed, warming to her vision and spontaneously admitting its profound truth. He said, “You know, a tennis court would fit perfect on the old bowling green, and it wouldn’t bug the squirrels none. I like sports. I went duckpin bowling once. Sports would be a nice change from falling down. Flea!”
She padded through the swinging doors, ankles jingling, licking the spatula. “Break out the champagne!” Lomax called out. “We got a new action plan. We’re giving up drugs for tennis!”
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