Not that I need to score any cheat points. I’ve beat Tim at every single game of tennis we’ve ever played, be it real or virtual. I loved tennis growing up and was truly a force to be reckoned with on the court. Tim’s never stood a chance. Basketball has always been more of Tim’s forte. Put a paddle in his hands, and he turns into an awkward, gangly lunatic. It kind of seems like he’s swinging at an invisible bug with a fly swatter.
Dad makes it back just in time to witness my winning score and to stick around for one more game, cheering on the underdog. His whoops and at-a-boy comments do no good. I don’t even take it easy on Tim; there’s really no point. Just as we’re packing it in and calling it quits, Dorothy finally graces us with her presence.
She stands behind Dad’s leather reclin
