Yvonne got into the lift. The morning had been eventful. She had just finished playing tennis, and her body felt the aftereffects of the match. Benji, her tennis partner, had thought that since she had not had enough practice recently, he would win the match easily. Ha, she had proved him wrong, and he had to buy her lunch after the match. That had been their bet when he had boasted about winning before the match. Now, as she looked at her reflection in the mirror in the lift, she felt deeply satisfied with herself. The rest of their tennis group had cheered her on as Benji lost the three sets 3–6, 2–6, and 4–6.
She was now mentally noting that their next match as a group of friends would take place in two weeks. She really loved tennis and had always been passionate about the sport. Luckily, her car was still working fine, and she could drive herself to the club when needed. The car was getting old, and soon she would have to get it inspected and certified to be on the road for another year. She put the thought aside as the lift door opened, and she walked into the corridor she shared with her Indian neighbour. She wondered if the lady was at home, as she wanted to give the neighbour’s children the Easter eggs she had purchased for them.
The light in the corridor came on as she moved along, searching for her keys. She struggled to find them but finally did. She found herself mumbling as it was difficult to focus and fit the key into the slot. She thought it was probably the one cold beer she had had with her lunch that was playing tricks on her sight. As she struggled, the door across the corridor opened, and the Indian neighbour, who had heard her, asked if she was alright. Yvonne turned around and saw the lady standing there with one of her children just behind her. “Yes, yes,” she said, as she felt the key finally enter the slot and heard it turn.
When she got into her apartment, she stood at the doorway and told her neighbour, “I have something to give you later. I just came from tennis, so I need to freshen up a bit. Are you at home this afternoon?”
“Yes,” said the neighbour.
They both wished each other a good day and closed their doors. Yvonne placed her keys on the side table near the main door.
Once inside, the neighbour’s child asked her mother, “She still plays tennis?”
The mother replied, “Yes, she’s impressive, isn’t she? To still play at 89. What a woman!”
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