Antique Bastards

4. Danny

4: Danny

The serve comes at me low, and I return like my body has committed to it with religious fervor, Feet tangled, hips twisted into a position usually reserved for avant-garde yoga accidents. “You swatting flies?” Angie helpfully asks. I’m still figuring out where the kitchen is, and why they call it that.

We’re playing doubles against two guys in th…