No Strings Attached
"Hi, Robert. You're kidding! No, it's perfect here. Damn. OK, we'll reschedule."
Penny looked at me quizzically as I took the next exit and began heading back home. "That was our opponent," I told her. "He told me that a rainstorm just passed through and the courts are unplayable." Atlanta is notorious for isolated showers that can drench one area of the city while the sun is shining brightly only a few miles away.
Penny was clearly disappointed. "Darn it, I was really looking forward to playing today."
"Listen," I said, "why don't we go back to the club? We can get in some practice, and maybe there'll be somebody there willing to play."
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