NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER

May, 2008

EAST AURORA, NY

I could hear it sizzle as it went over me: another errant, spinny forehand. I shook my head and smiled. I had asked for this. The woman was incorrigible.

It was three on a brilliant, still, warm afternoon, with just enough clouds in the sky to cut the glare. It was another win for spring in Erie County.

I had scheduled a hitting session with Lys at a two-court complex along Olean Road in the shadow ...