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“Sedona.” Rachel looked at me with the patience of someone explaining something to a person who was being deliberately obtuse. “You were rivals. You played each other three times in three years. Studying your game means watching those matches and maybe the semifinals. It does not mean tracking your inside-out forehand since you were fifteen across matches he wasn’t in. He had no reason to go back and watch matches that happened before you even realized he was someone who existed,”
I looked at the empty container on the table.
“That doesn’t mean anything current,” I said. “That was a long time ago. He’s probably-” I stopped, because I wasn’t sure where I was going with the sentence and the flush that had happened in my face was not entirely going away.
“He came to a hospital,” Rachel said. “He didn’t know if you’d agree to see him. He came anyway. And then he came back the next day with soup that he made himself.” She raised her eyebrows. “Sedona. I love you with my whole heart but you are being remarkably slow about this,”
“I’m in a cancer ward,” I said.
“And he’s here anyway.” She said it gently but firmly. “That’s the point. He’s here anyway.”
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