As mouse clicks and email opens, Wendy’s mind floods with memories of her raucous backyard encounter with her once friend, then rival, Ms. Ebony Ayes.
It has been more than twenty years, not only since that day, but since she had laid eyes on the woman she mounted in victory.
The email contains no greetings or pictures, only a one-word question: “Rematch…?”
A question — a request to which the blonde’s types out an even shorter answer: “Yes….”
