LOVE ON TENNIS CT.
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There are many stories from Tennis Ct, and I wish they could all be told today.
This is not, however, the story of the one-eyed dog that everyone called Ray Charles because of the way he wagged his head around.
Nor is it the story of the Philippine nanny who mysteriously took care of a different kid every week, never repeating one ever in her career.
And this is not the story of the actress who lived in 18, the big apartment with the bus shelter out front, which had a huge advertisement with her face on it that made her think thieves and rapists would now know where she lived.
This is the story of Kahn, the tall slender boy whose skin looked like a painting done with a loose wrist. Everything about Kahn looked effortless. He seemed to coast along Tennis Ct as if carried by a cloud. And he lived on that street all his life, and every day of that time, someone was in love with Kahn.
It was either Jennifer the kleptomaniac who had a penchant for pinching undies, or Therèse the bank teller who chewed more gum than anyone in history. For a while it was Benjamin, who would glance at Kahn while pretending to wash his Miata, or little Frederick who never felt anything deeper for anyone else, not even his parents or his toys so it must be love what else could it be. And eventually everyone had their turn to pine: Rita who flossed so much she had to have surgery, Nico Guzman who hated being left-handed, both Michael and Michelle who were fraternal twins and mortal enemies, everyone.
But Kahn loved none of them. Kahn was not of this world, he seemed to be in love with the great beyond, the hereafter, the next life. Perhaps that's what made him so desirable, and not his easy simple floating way, but that he seemed to know the future, and still he smiled.Posted by Dan at May 7, 2013 9:22 PM
my best friend laura lives on tennis ct! assuming yall are neighborsPosted by Caitlin at May 7, 2013 10:34 PM
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