morning. No wonder, none of the gay girls ever hit on her, Elise brooded. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Some of them did, but in a mocking, titillating way.
Last fall Elise had gathered all her courage and started a feeble attempt to get closer to the group of young gay girls around Mint Rickenbacher and Chili García López. But none of them had seemed to even question why Elise wanted to hang out with them. They only found it hilarious. Discouraged by their lack of empathy Elise had never talked about herself. Also, her German friends on the tour had been happy that she was back on the tour and after the embarrassing intermezzo with Mint and Chili she was glad she could catch up with the German girls again. However, – whether with the gay girls or her old friends – she felt out of place.
She scrunched the Tennis Nurse novel in frustration but then reminded herself that it wasn’t hers. Agnes. She had given Elise the novel. A very trashy novel with a lot of gay characters. The young German’s heart made a jump. Agnes must know about Elise! The novel was a hint. Why hadn’t she thought about this earlier? Elise hadn’t planned to go to the players’ party, but now she would. After all, she needed to give back Agnes’s novel.
***
The two lovers had gone to a very expensive restaurant which at lunch hour was filled by business men mostly. It was on the other side of the Yarra River and they hoped that no other tennis people would make the extra way to have a meal at the same place. It seemed like they never had enough privacy.
Looking through the menu Tom frowned seeing the over-priced dishes that were probably small enough to gulp in one bite. He craved a big burger with fries. He looked up to his love interest sitting in front of him and was mildly touched by the concentration Ted Curry’s face showed while he was studying the menu and choosing his lunch dish. It was the same concentration he used to hit the ball.
“What about Mrs. Curry?” Tom asked, even though he was glad they were alone.
“She found a rerun of Neighbours on TV,” Ted replied without looking up from the menu. “She couldn’t be happier.”
Ted’s mother was also his manager and her obsession with what was going on at Ramsay Street was well-known in the tennis circuit and made for much laughter in the locker rooms and players’ lounges of the tour. Even though Tom had not met her yet, she seemed fine with Ted’s love life and a fun person to be with. But now Tom had to laugh at Ted.
“I’m not talking about your mother but your girlfriend,” he laughed.
“Oh, she’s the best girlfriend I could wish for,” Ted winked at Tom. “Did you see that interview we did together. She’s the best beard in the business.”
“Well, it seems she has many, many talents,” Tom said. Honestly, he thought, she was a tedious attention seeker and her talent to be absent was his favorite. Tom’s foot made contact with Ted’s ankle. Ted smiled back at the hidden gesture which made Tom blush.
“So where is she tonight?”
“Oh, busy, very busy. Like a queen bee stirring up the hive.”
“Your majesty?” Tom laughed
“Indeed. You know me. So very British.” Ted raised his water glass and nodded while locking eyes with his hot date. “God save the Queen.”
***
Even on the loo she was pestered by terrible music. From the speakers came something that sounded like elevator music. Why can’t a human being enjoy some silence at times, Sasha wondered. She slammed the door of her toilet booth and sat down on the lid. She had just engaged in a nice conversation with Angela Porovski, the very entertaining German player, when German team mate Carina Gnocchi showed up and snatched Angela away from Sasha to cheer Luella Galloway’s karaoke performance of “I Heard It Through The Grapevine”.
Carina, the Knocker. Sasha swore she would knock the pesky German out of
Last fall Elise had gathered all her courage and started a feeble attempt to get closer to the group of young gay girls around Mint Rickenbacher and Chili García López. But none of them had seemed to even question why Elise wanted to hang out with them. They only found it hilarious. Discouraged by their lack of empathy Elise had never talked about herself. Also, her German friends on the tour had been happy that she was back on the tour and after the embarrassing intermezzo with Mint and Chili she was glad she could catch up with the German girls again. However, – whether with the gay girls or her old friends – she felt out of place.
She scrunched the Tennis Nurse novel in frustration but then reminded herself that it wasn’t hers. Agnes. She had given Elise the novel. A very trashy novel with a lot of gay characters. The young German’s heart made a jump. Agnes must know about Elise! The novel was a hint. Why hadn’t she thought about this earlier? Elise hadn’t planned to go to the players’ party, but now she would. After all, she needed to give back Agnes’s novel.
***
The two lovers had gone to a very expensive restaurant which at lunch hour was filled by business men mostly. It was on the other side of the Yarra River and they hoped that no other tennis people would make the extra way to have a meal at the same place. It seemed like they never had enough privacy.
Looking through the menu Tom frowned seeing the over-priced dishes that were probably small enough to gulp in one bite. He craved a big burger with fries. He looked up to his love interest sitting in front of him and was mildly touched by the concentration Ted Curry’s face showed while he was studying the menu and choosing his lunch dish. It was the same concentration he used to hit the ball.
“What about Mrs. Curry?” Tom asked, even though he was glad they were alone.
“She found a rerun of Neighbours on TV,” Ted replied without looking up from the menu. “She couldn’t be happier.”
Ted’s mother was also his manager and her obsession with what was going on at Ramsay Street was well-known in the tennis circuit and made for much laughter in the locker rooms and players’ lounges of the tour. Even though Tom had not met her yet, she seemed fine with Ted’s love life and a fun person to be with. But now Tom had to laugh at Ted.
“I’m not talking about your mother but your girlfriend,” he laughed.
“Oh, she’s the best girlfriend I could wish for,” Ted winked at Tom. “Did you see that interview we did together. She’s the best beard in the business.”
“Well, it seems she has many, many talents,” Tom said. Honestly, he thought, she was a tedious attention seeker and her talent to be absent was his favorite. Tom’s foot made contact with Ted’s ankle. Ted smiled back at the hidden gesture which made Tom blush.
“So where is she tonight?”
“Oh, busy, very busy. Like a queen bee stirring up the hive.”
“Your majesty?” Tom laughed
“Indeed. You know me. So very British.” Ted raised his water glass and nodded while locking eyes with his hot date. “God save the Queen.”
***
Even on the loo she was pestered by terrible music. From the speakers came something that sounded like elevator music. Why can’t a human being enjoy some silence at times, Sasha wondered. She slammed the door of her toilet booth and sat down on the lid. She had just engaged in a nice conversation with Angela Porovski, the very entertaining German player, when German team mate Carina Gnocchi showed up and snatched Angela away from Sasha to cheer Luella Galloway’s karaoke performance of “I Heard It Through The Grapevine”.
Carina, the Knocker. Sasha swore she would knock the pesky German out of
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