“If he hit that second shot on a regulation tennis court, I don’t think it would reach the back fence.”
“What are you getting at?” Ellen asked.
Without answering, Simon took his arm out from under her coat and ran toward Vincent.
I felt like I’d never get another opportunity to say goodbye.
“Give me the racquet,” he said. “And that ball. Now go stand in front of the deck with your brother.”
Vincent ran to the other side of the backyard.
“Move over!” Simon shouted. “To your right! Toward the fence!” He was pointing to the part of the rear fence that was closest to the pool. “Here it comes!”
Instead of hitting a lob to his sons, Simon tossed the ball high above his head and in one continuous motion brought his right hand up and over his right shoulder until the top of the frame almost
