The squash club

I had a choice when I was a little girl: wait in the car or wait in the squash club. In the females dressing room there was a lady drying her hair “ Your dad playing today? Which court?” she asked. It smelt like apple from the hairdryer air. My dads head bands was left overnight in the wash room . It smelt like my fathers gear bag in the whole place.

Thanks to Kevin Kasipale for checking my work