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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.