Maybe, Jake thought as he looked at his front window, I need more male friends. He reflected on this for a moment, and then amended it to, Or at least fewer female friends.
A moment later Nancy Miller blew through his front door. “Hi, hi,” she said, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. “Mom said you were okay with the pickleball thing. Now we have to decide what court configuration you want.” She held up four sketches, fanned out like a giant poker hand. “Given the size of our tennis court, we could do one, two, three, or four pickleball courts.”
“Umm…” he said.
Nancy grinned. “You don’t care, do you?” He shook his head, and she went on, “Then we’ll do two. One would be dumb because, part of the reason pickleball was invented was to get more use out of court space. Four would mean a whole lot of people could play at much, which would annoy you. Three is… well, just kinda dumb. So two it is. I’ll email you this.”
She took her phone out of her jeans pocket and her thumbs flew. “You’ll tell them? Some people at church are organizing things for this summer and I’d like to include this.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll forward it later today.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ll text you later to remind you. Please do it?”
“Of course, Nancy.”
She laughed and hugged him. “Thanks. Also…”