I invited Maggie over for supper.

I can’t she said. We’re going bowling.

Can I come?

We’re at Bowl-a-rama, downtown. I walked, Maggie took her bike. She arrived sweaty - dewey - in a way that makes her seem even more operatic than normal.

Maggie- Let’s get a beer.

The first ball she throws is a strike. Told you, she said.

She told me she was a good bowler - I didn’t believe her.

Bet you a quarter a frame?


Three beers in and a few dollars down.

Maggie - You owe me.

Don’t I always owe you?

Perry and Marcie walk in and we give up on the game, just before the last frame and get tacos.

Perry - these were better when Marco worked here.

He went back South, too cold he said.

Marcie - I want to go South.

Let’s plan a south trip.