They set up a badminton net on the Rose Terrace Lawn. Swinging her racquet, Elle said, “Reggie, you’re on my team.” Regina ducked under the net and joined her as the other two glanced at each other and shared a sigh.
Elle smiled and said kindly, “You can serve first.”
Pearl threw up the birdie. It hovered in the brilliant blue sky for half a second before a brisk pop sent it hurtling over the net.
They played three rounds, each won by Regina and Elle. Finally, Pearl waved her racquet and declared, “All right, you win. Can’t we sit down?”
Perching on the stiff green chairs, the other girls wiped away the faint dew that had materialized on their foreheads. Elle brushed grass off of her spotless white skirt and glanced about the garden.