NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER, Continued
April, 2008
SOUTH WALES, NY
"You play tennis?" I said.
"High school. We won the doubles in our league. Hit it around a lot out in L.A."
"We should hit sometime," I said. She nodded. She was almost done with her beer and just looking at me. "Feel like a mystery-hike?" I said.
"A mystery-hike," she said. "Where's it go?"
"Now that wouldn't make it much of a mystery, would it?"
She folded the Heineken bottle into her cleavage with her left hand as if she was nurturing a secret. It was the gesture I had seen a number of times. I was starting to like her.
"This hike ends up with dinner," I said. "You game?"
She thought a second, smiling cautiously. "What kind of dinner?"
"Real good," I said. "Else I owe you fifty bucks." I said that as if it was a
