Chapter 11Beijing, the near future
“You seem distracted.” Mitch was stating the obvious, Alex thought. Between meeting Tamara and Mitch’s arrival, he hadn’t had time to think about much else, and his tennis was suffering. True, he was hanging in at the China Open but just barely. The press attributed it to a post-US Open championship letdown, but Alex knew better and now Mitch did as well.
They were having dumplings at Baoyuan on Maizidian Street not far from the Great Wall Sheraton Hotel where Mitch was staying. That was what was so great about Uncle Mitch: He always knew the best places to eat, to shop, to see, to experience life, not the places the travel agencies wanted you to visit, but the places the locals went to. Baoyuan was noisy, informal, and absolutely delicious with these g
