Tennis Court Meeting Part 1
"A note, for me," Anne asked. "who is it from, Henry?"
Henry read the note silently to himself to see if someone had signed his or her name.
"I don't know, Annie, it doesn't appear to be signed." Henry answered, sighing with annoyance in his voice.
Anne took the note from Henry's right hand.
Anne: Dear Anne,
Meet me outside at the tennis court at midnight tonight.
Please come alone.
Anne looked a bit concerned.
"What's the matter, Anne?" Alan M. asked.
"Midnight is after hours, Alan M." Anne answered nervously.
"Don't worry, Anne," Alan said. "you will be just fine on your own, trust me."
"I hope you're right, Alan," Anne said nervously. "I honestly hope you're right."
At midnight in the girls' bedroom in the motel suite, Anne sneaked out and went to the tennis court to meet with the mysterious person who sent her the note.
Upon arrival at the tennis court, Anne could hear a male's voice singing his own version of one of her family band's songs.
Mysterious male voice: Lurking in the shadows;
Hiding behind the wall;
Searching every clue;
Out way upon a fall;
Undercover man;
Doing all I can;
Trying to make you;
Like me;
I'm an;
Undercover man;
Doing all I can;
Trying to make you;
Like me.
"H-H-H-H-Henry," Anne stuttered nervously. "i-i-i-i-is th-th-th-th-that y-y-y-y-you?"
The mysterious singer turned around to face Anne.
"Don't worry, Orange Citrus," the mysterious singer told Anne gently. "it is only me."
"Alexander Cabot the third," Anne scolded. "did you write me this cryptic note?"
Alexander hung his head low in embarrassment.
"Yes, Orange Citrus," Alexander told Anne truthfully. "I did."
"Then why didn't you sign your name to the note, Alexander?" Anne asked curiously.