Chapter 13 13

I was dreaming, dreaming that I fell asleep, but a terrible phone call happened to wake me up. "Hi! Did I wake you up, or bother you? Or interfere with your good business?" The cheery voice on the phone was Miss Marcy Nash.What she meant was: Am I having fun with myself, or am I just waiting for her call? "My activities at the moment are strictly confidential," I said, implying that I was engaged in a romantic affair between a man and a woman. "Where are you now?" "I'm at the airport," she said, as if she was lying. "Who are you with?" I just asked casually, hoping that she would be caught off guard by my question and reveal the truth.

"A couple of business managers and stuff, they're all exhausted," she said. How can you not be tired of doing that kind of business! "So you must be very tanned?" I asked. "What do you mean black and white?" she said. "Hey, Barrett, are you angry? Don't be so sleepy, wake up and tell me: Shall we play tennis tomorrow morning?" I glanced at the watch on the table.It was almost one o'clock in the morning. "It's 'morning' now," I said back to her, really annoyed: who knows what good things she did this week, let alone woke me up again.What's more, I used words to trick her and she didn't take the bait.What's more, everything she did was still a mystery.

"How about six o'clock in the morning?" she asked. "To go or not to go, it can be decided with one word." In just a few seconds, a series of question marks appeared in my mind.Why was she in such a hurry to play tennis early in the morning when she returned from a fun trip to a tropical resort?Besides, if you want to play tennis, why not play with that "friend" who lives with you?Do you just treat me as a full-time sparring partner?Or is her "friend" going to have breakfast with his wife in the morning?I really should have scolded her, put down the phone and went to sleep.

"Okay, I'll go," Unexpectedly, what came out of my mouth was not what I wanted to say at all. I beat her badly. When I arrived on the tennis court early in the morning, I was not soft at all.I gave her one without saying a word ("ready?" is an exception), and just hit her hard.However, Marcy's competitive state is a bit poor.They looked a little pale.Is it raining in Bermuda these days?Or has she been staying at home these days?It's none of my business anyway. "Ouch!" She was defeated very quickly, and she was uncomfortable talking after losing the game. "Pancho is showing no mercy to me today."

"You're showing no mercy! I'm so pissed off, I've been a slob for a week, Marcie." "how?" "I think your Cleveland joke is a bit too much." "How do you say that?" She didn't seem to be pretending. "Also, come on, don't you think I'm not angry enough?" Marcy seemed bewildered.I mean, just by the way she looks, it doesn't look like she has the slightest idea that I've revealed her secret. "Hey, are we all still kids?" she said. "Why can't we talk about it? Why are you so angry?"

"Why go back and forth again, Marcie." "Okay then," she said in a disappointing tone. "So you don't want to eat this meal." "I didn't know there was a meal left." "Can't the winner ask the other party to treat him?" she said. I thought about it.Do you want to tell her all about it?Or should I enjoy her meal first, and then settle accounts with her? "Okay—what's wrong with treating me to a meal," I replied a little stiffly. "What about the time? Where?" She didn't seem to flinch because of my rude attitude.

"Well, I'll pick you up. I'll pick you up at your home," I said with thorns. "But I won't be at home," she said back to me.Well, you see what she said sounds like it! "Marcy, even if you are far away in Africa, I will pick you up." "Okay then, Oliver. I'll call your house about six-thirty, and I'll tell you where I am." "What if I'm not at home?" I said, thinking that this tit-for-tat backhand was a good one.So I added another sentence: "My clients sometimes invite me to their offices to discuss business, and some offices are in space."

"That's okay, I'll keep hanging up the phone at your home, anyway, I won't stop until your rocket lands." She took only two steps towards the women's changing room, then turned around again. "Oliver, don't you know, now I really believe it: I'm afraid you really have some problems with your brain!"