It was a lovely day for tennis. I climbed up the three steps and shimmied my butt into the Official’s chair with the steering wheel in hand. I waited while my mother walked my Grandmother onto her side of the court and closed the door. She made her way to the other side of the net.
“So,” I said. “Where to now?”
My mother lobbed the ball into the air above her head. “Home,” she said. Her racket connected with the yellow rubber sphere with a light THOCK. It bounced neatly over into my Grandmother’s side of the court.
Granny swung her racket and returned the ball. “Well, why don’t I take yous out tah eat?” Granny replied. “We could go to Ginny’s.”
“That’s fine,” my mother said. The ball hit the court near the edge of the line. They both looked up at me.
“Wait a minute,” Granny said. “What about Rachel? Do you have time to stop with us?”
I motioned that the ball was in bounds. “I have time. So is that where I’m driving to?”
My Grandmother shrugged before serving the ball over the net. “Well, ask your mother dear.”
My mother skipped back a step and grunted as she returned. “I don’t care.”
Granny dodged to the right. Lovely backhand. “Well, I’d like to treat yous.”
Mom ran up to the net. “That’s fine.”
My Grandmother ran back to catch the ball. “Well, where do yous want to eat?”
“Just pick somewhere close. Ginny’s or Napoli’s is fine.”
I began to laugh. The ball froze midair over the net. Granny looked at me. “What are you laughing at?”
I shrugged. “Nothing. You’ll find out later.”
“Okay.” The ball fell straight to the ground and merrily bounced its way off the court. Silence came next. I drove down the street blindly for about another mile before I dared to ask again.
“So where am I going?”
Granny’s serve again apparently. “Ask your mother.”
My mother easily lobbed it back. “I don’t care.”
THOCK “Well what do yous feel like eating?”
THOCK “Because I’ll take you wherever yous want to go.”
THOCK “I don’t have a preference.”
Granny ran to the net and heaved herself up. Her racket sliced through the air with terrific force as she spiked the ball at the ground. My mother didn’t reach it in time. It rolled out of the court.
“Well, why don’t we just go to Ginny’s,” Granny said.
“Game. Set. Match.” I said aloud. My Grandmother, in the passenger seat, and my mother, in the back, both cocked their heads curiously. I put on my blinker, turned the wheel, and glided the car into the parking-lot.