Chapter Three
Laura got a call from her friend from the tennis club called Romy.
“Hi Romy. Good to hear from you. How are things?”
“Great thanks Laura. But listen, I’ve got something you must hear.” The way Romy’s voice raised in pitch told Laura this was something that excited her.
“Go on Romy. I’m all ears.”
“There’s a new member. A woman called Harriet.”
“Ah, I saw somebody I’d not seen before a few times recently. About ten years older than us? Around five ten and looks very fit? Classy looking with just below shoulder length grey-brown hair.”
“Yes Laura, that’s her.”
“And?” asked Laura inflecting her voice to tease Romy.
“Laura, you’ve got to play her. You must. In fact, I already suggested it to her.”
“I see,” said Laura. “And just what exactly are you lining me up for?” sh
