Audrey, the pint-sized tennis demon, just half-again as tall her racket, has bested her Tutor in straight sets. She walks off court with majestic serenity. He is bouncing his racket on the clay, and cursing. He did win one solitary point. He crowed. She said, “You are so competitive, Tutor. Tennis is just a game.” That made him so mad, he lost every point after that. “Why if you are not competitive, do I always lose?,” he mutters, crestfallen.