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“Really?” My brow lines as I watch her

“My therapist says I need to get out more Be more social”

“Oh” Nodding, I study her a moment She seems harmless I suppose if I had a therapist — not that I think I need one — he or she would say the sa “Then we should be evenly matched”

“Only you’re a lot stronger than I am” She picks up a swirly purple ball and hands it to me “How’s that one?”

It feels very light, but after all her effort handing it towizard! This feels exactly right”

That wins et your shoes I’ll set up our scoreboard”

Following orders, I go to the center island and hand overpair of slick-soled, patchwork lace-ups

“These are clean, right?” Cutting nore his stunned expression

“Uhhh… yeah?”

So not encouraging “Thanks”

When I return to our lane, Sally has not only set up our scorecard, she’s ordered us a pitcher of cheap beer I’ve never been happier to indulge Today sucked ass,when I pushed Koa away I’ve been brooding about it ever since

“I’ll get the next round,” I say, as she stands and clureen ball

She staggers forward toward the lane, and I worry for a second she ed down the lane like one of those blooper reels, fingers still in the ball She swings her ares to release it in tiht to the gutter Lips poked out, she turns and stomps back toward me

“That’s okay!” I call “Try again!” Her brows knit, and I nod “You get two tries”

She stops at the ball carousel and waits until her swirly green ball pops out of the chute Picking it up, she repeats the entire process exactly the saht wind up in the pins