Love Match Book One by Kyell Gold

Author:Kyell Gold [Gold, Kyell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-07-06T00:00:00+00:00

Dear Braden,

You don’t have to reply. I don’t want to bother you. I just wanted to thank you for the advice you gave me. It was really helpful this summer.

Thanks,

Rocky N’Guwe

I didn’t expect an answer, and I didn’t get one.

*

So July faded into August, a series of hot muggy days punctuated by blasts of rain and wind. I soaked up the lessons and kept my focus on tennis, Frio said I was getting further than he’d expected and hoped, and Marquize and I talked every week.

The cheetah still hated his parents’ store, but he’d taken to bicycling down to the waterfront and all around as daily exercise. There was a recreational tennis league at the college there who’d been practicing over the summer and he’d convinced them to let him practice with them. They were mostly stronger than him, though none were faster, and he had better improvisation than they did. “They’re wild, all but three of them,” he told me. “You can’t predict what they’re going to do because they don’t even know, and half the time they’re not in the right place or if they are, they’re not ready. But the top three guys, they’re pretty good. The four of us play doubles and we have some good rallies.”

I told him about my lessons and about the weather down here. “At least the heat breaks every other day or so,” I said. “I mean, it doesn’t really because everything’s humid all the time, but the hour after the rain is really nice.”

“It’s been a week without rain here,” Marquize said, or sometimes, “It’s been raining three straight days.” Port City didn’t seem to have the same balance of rain and sun that we did; it was either all or nothing.

We also talked about movies, and when one of us had seen a good movie, the other ran out to see it so we could talk about it. We loved sports movies and superheroes, and Marquize loved the big fantasy movies that were coming out, and I loved war movies. Ma didn’t like any of them, so often when we were discussing one, she would interject, “Hmph,” or, “learn to live real life before you start a fantasy one.”

And Ma got a thick envelope at the end of the second week of August with the results of her test. She passed, of course, and that meant she was eligible for a permanent job. So the next week was full of phone calls to the school, a stack of paperwork that looked as thick as one of my textbooks, and two meetings at the school itself. And at the end of it—she still didn’t have a job.

“They say they had to move forward on setting the teachers for this coming year.” She stirred a pot of boiling water with pasta cooking in it as she told me, very calm.

“But they told you you could have a permanent job if you passed the test!”

She shrugged. “The test took longer to process than they thought.

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