With a lunge to my right and a quick cross step, I swatted the tennis ball, just clearing the net. We were playing doubles. Me and Jacki versus Jacki’s nephew and his friend, whose name was Dirk. Dirk, frankly, was a stud. A ferociously good-looking guy and a demon on the court.

Too bad he was close to half my age.

I had to give the game my all in a desperate attempt to keep up, while Dirk and Jacki’s nephew seemed to be lobbing balls back to us with carefree ease.

Tennis had once been my life. But these days it was keeping me from sliding into middle-aged disrepair. It got my blood pumping; I liked breaking a sweat. The game helped keep my body toned and trim, even if I wasn’t as sharp a player as I’d been in the old days. And even though I had a kid who was barely older than... Leer Más