Love Game - Season 2011 by M.B. Gerard

Author:M.B. Gerard [Gerard, M.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B009E6D5AS
Published: 2012-09-18T22:00:00+00:00

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“Has someone ever tried the sausages and mash?” Agnes studied the menu that the pub hostess had given her a few minutes earlier. “British food. What a dilemma!” the French player mumbled, still waiting for an answer from the three other people at her table. After the long and exhausting day, Agnes, Candice, Martina and Antonia had decided to go out to have some traditional British food. They sat inside a cozy pub, safe from the wind and the rain that swept the streets of Eastbourne.

“The fish and chips are good though.” Martina was the first one to give her an answer, Agnes and Antonia simply shrugging their heads in silence. All of them still stared non-plussed at the menu.

“Fish and chips. It’s the only thing I eat when I’m here,” Candice said. “In regard to my hips it’s perhaps not that bad that the grass season is so short.”

“Be daring and have the mash,” her girlfriend Agnes suggested. “Unless you want this deep-fried thing with sauce the guy’s having at the table behind you.”

Candice turned around, following Agnes’s motioning and couldn’t help making a face. The pile of food on the other customer’s plate looked unidentifiable and very greasy. No wonder the empire had crumbled.

“I’m smitten with Britain,” she said with a grin. Agnes laughed at her lover while putting down her menu. They both loved the British season, especially the upcoming championships in Wimbledon. The traditions of the All England Lawn and Croquet Club, the ivy on the brick buildings and the calm atmosphere made the two weeks in Wimbledon special. It was just one event of many in a long year but it was unique.

“I wish we could go back to more grass tournaments. If only for health reasons. The grass season is just too short. Another tournament would be fantastic, in my opinion.”

Antonia sipped on her glass of water and nodded. Squeezed in between the clay and the U.S. hard court season, their time on grass barely lasted a few weeks.

“Any predictions for this year?” Martina asked. “I think Morgana might have a good chance. She loves the grass. And did you see her today? Great ball-striking. Sasha might be a contender, too.”

“You guys could do well in Wimby this year, no?” Antonia mentioned to Agnes. “And by the way, where is Monica?”

Antonia’s question was fair enough. It was strange to not see Monica around. She rarely missed their evenings at the pub and her comments on the British cuisine were hilarious.

“Apparently she went to Brighton,” Agnes explained the absence of her doubles partner. “She left early in the afternoon.”

“Brighton? What for?” asked Candice, obviously surprised.

Agnes shrugged, a bit disarmed. “I don’t know. It seems she has a friend there. Well, that’s what she told me.”

“A friend? Now, that’s news. She never said that she knew some people in Brighton.” Martina raised a suspicious eyebrow, then picked up a dry piece of bread from a small plate placed on the center of the table.

“Probably not tennis related,” Agnes added.

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