It Came from the Pro Shop, p5 (Patreon)

I was wondering how to get Bel —anybody, really— into the story. Turns out Bel likes slumming it in run-down tennis courts. Maybe she values her privacy. Maybe she needs to be a contrarian. Winifred hates crossing the old pro shop, so Bel has to love it. Why didn’t Bel get jumped by a sweater? Maybe they smell fear. I really do write these as I go.