The noise of the tennis ball bouncing greeted Andre first. More thump than gentle poing, more machine gun rhythm than casual backyard game, and it came from inside the house, not a court, which they didn’t have.
Ruby?
“Hi, Dre.”
Andre turned the corner, into the kitchen and the alcove they convinced themselves was a breakfast nook.
Ruby was slamming the ten…
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