Several Little Rock Hashers joined Rock in the living room or den of a large colonial house none of them were familiar with. They stood in front of a window that overlooked the backyard, and Rock overheard one of them, a man named Zack, say he had noticed the tattered remnants of a tennis court in the yard.
"It looked as if no one had used it in thirty or forty years," Zack said. "Maybe longer."They all looked for what Zack was talking about, until at last one of them pointed out an old, frazzled badminton net.
"Zack, that's a badminton court," Rock said.
Rock looked again and saw that the net was not in the middle of the yard but rather ran across the top of the window right in front of them.
"I guess the people who live here have to avoid the sun," Rock said. "Apparently they play in the den and their neighbors play in the backyard."
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