One of our neighbors has been off all week. His accounting firm looked at the Tuesday Fourth of July holiday and the congressional calendar and called it a wash. That worked out great for me and Heidi since AJ joined us for pickleball every day. He was more than willing to play for a couple of hours with us on the empty courts, deserted by all those who were either at work, out of town on vacation, or put off by the heat and humidity of July in the DMV.
We ruefully tapped paddles at the end of our last game on Friday, sorry that our week of fun had ended, but when the thunderstorms let up late this Sunday afternoon, I turned to Heidi. "How about some pickleball?"
She nodded. 'The courts will probably be open," she said.
We quickly changed our shoes and shirts for a sweatier occupation and headed out the door. On the way we passed AJ's place. The door was open, and Heidi knocked on the storm window. She pointed her index finger inside and then at the paddle in her hand. "Are you in?"
"My friends are going to play pickleball," we heard him call to his fiance, "and I'm going to join them!"
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