Chapter 3
A middle-aged lady walked ahead of the children. I recognised her as one of the coaches who often held practice sessions in the club. “Follow me, please!” she yelled out over the boisterous kids. She led them to the court Liz and I had played on. The centre must’ve reserved it for Fun Day. “One line here!” She gestured with her arm in a wide arc.
The children assembled into a crooked line of sorts. Some of the kids looked as young as five, while others could have passed as ten or eleven.
Liz leaped up from the bench and went straight to the coach. The lady’s thin lips curved into a smile as she saw my friend, and they started chatting.
“Get that for me, will you, Sere?” Liz’s loud voice echoed as she turned to point at the plastic box she’d set down earlier near my feet.
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