10Swan walked across the tennis court and stood beside Osman. Matu positioned himself on her other side and extended his open palm in front of her. Swan theatrically slammed her phone into Matu’s hand, his bratwurst fingers closing around hers, forcing her to jerk her hand free.
Osman walked to the baseline of the tennis court and took a yellow ball from the pocket of his shorts. He bent deeply at the waist and tossed the ball overhead, slamming it over the net onto the meeting of the service and center lines. Smirking, he drew a finger across his moustache and tucked the racket under his arm with a flourish.
“Your ball was long, Bapa,” Swan jibed.
Before she could react, the back of Osman’s free hand exploded into her face. Knocked back a few steps, Swan recovered quickly as her traini
