Page 38 of Carrie Soto Is Back

“Next time I mop the court with someone, I’ll remind myself to pretend I’m ‘shocked that it went my way’ and that it ‘could have been anyone’s game,’ ” I say.

Gwen laughs. “Right, but in the meantime, it does not leave us with many options.”

I look at my dad. “This is kind of funny, right?” I ask him. “I’m thirty-seven years old, and still no one wants to play with me.”

“So we get you a regular hitter,” he says. “It’s not like we’ve needed to practice against other professionals before.”

“But I want to know how I stack up before I go out there,” I tell him. “This isn’t like before. This is…I need to play against my peers. To see if I still can. I need to do that here on a private court. Before I go out there in front of the world.”

Gwen nods.

“Did you ask Nicki?” I say.

“You want me to ask Nicki Chan to hit with you?” Gwen says.

“No,” I say.

“Okay, well,” Gwen says, “Ali did have one idea.”

I look at her and realize she has not driven all the way here tohold my hand.She’s here topitch meon something. “What is it?”

“I have an old client who is in a similar boat to you,” Gwen says.

“Who on earth is in a similar boat tome?”

Gwen laughs. “A tennis player I used to work with, who is on the older side of things, trying to give it one last go around the block. And you two might be able to help each other out.”

“Who are you talking about? Ilona Heady? She’s barely thirty.”

“No,” Gwen says. “Not Ilona.”

“Will Ilona play me?”

“You beat Ilona at Monte Carlo in ’88 and then told reporters it was ‘embarrassingly easy,’ so no, Ilona does not want to play you.”

“Itwasembarrassingly easy. I was embarrassed for her. That’sempathy.”

“So who is it?” my dad says.

“Just…please get yourself in the right mind space to hear me out.”

“Spit it out.”

“Bowe Huntley.”

I haven’t spoken to Bowe Huntley since we slept together in Madrid and he never called me again. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say.

“That man is an embarrassment to tennis,” my father says. “Yelling at linesmen? Throwing his racket?”

“Bowe has stopped drinking. He got divorced last year. He’s in a period of…reflection. And, despite what you may think of his tantrums…he’s a very talented tennis player. Even still. But this is going to be his last year on the ATP.”

“He’s older than me,” I say.

“He’s thirty-nine.”

“He hasn’t won a Slam in almost a decade,” I remind her.

“Yes, that’s true. Though he does still win a title here and there. And he is a good guy. Truly. He left the agency to go over to YRTA about ten years ago, but we stay in touch. He’s not what he seems.”

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