Iâm trying to figure out.â
âAre you calling me a cheater?â
âI might have to. Iâll have to see.â
Behind them all, standing with his arms crossed and a slightly frightened look on his face, was Rooster. The start of the night had gone reasonably well for him: heâd helped them with their bowling shoes and gotten them settled in the proper lane. He came up with the idea of picking numbers between one and twenty to determine their order on the score card.
âEleven,â said Roseann, after thinking for some time.
âEight,â said Dorothy-Jane-Anne.
âEleven,â said Tim.
âYou canât pick eleven,â said Rooster. âRoseann took eleven already. You have to pick something else.â
âOkay, okay. How about eight?â
âYou canât take eight. Dorothy-Jane-Anne took eight.â
âOh, I see. I see. I get it now. Okay then. I canât take eleven and I canât take eight. How about ⦠one. Can I take one?â
âYou can take one. Thatâs a good number.â
âSeventeen!â shrieked Percival.
The number he had thought of was five, making the order Dorothy-Jane-Anne first, followed by Tim, Roseann and Percival.
âYippee!â said Dorothy-Jane-Anne. âI get to go first!â
âNo fair,â said Roseann.
The first few rounds of bowling went smoothly. The bumper pads were in place along the gutters. Tim announced that he would take care of the scoring. In hindsight, that was probably the first decision Rooster wished he hadnât agreed with.
âYou got fourteen. Then you got eleven. Then you got six. Then you got three. Then you got eight.â Tim reviewed Roseannâs scores with her.
âSo? Whatâs wrong with that?â
âNothing. Nothingâs wrong with it. Nothingâs wrong with it at all. I just donât think it adds up to ninety-three.â
âYes.â
âI donât think it does.â
âIt has to.â
âWhy does it have to?â
âIt says so right there. Ninety-three.â
âI know that. But I donât think thatâs right.â
âWhy would it say ninety-three if that wasnât the right answer?â
âI donât know. Thatâs what Iâm trying to figure out.â
Roseann stared at him for a moment. She did not look impressed with being accused of cheating. âWho died and made you the president?â
Tim began to rock back and forth in his chair. Confrontations were not his specialty, especially with someone as intense as Roseann. âIâm not saying I am the president.â
âWell, who are you then? The Queen of England? Princess Diana? Prince Charles?â
âIâm not saying Iâm any of those people, especially Princess Diana. Sheâs dead. Iâm just saying I think you might be cheating.â
âWho are you, Perry Mason?â
âI donât even know who that is.â
âHeâs a lawyer on television. On the old-shows channel.â
âNo, Iâm not him either.â
Dorothy-Jane-Anne threw her third ball and turned to Tim to tell him her score.
âItâs your turn,â she said. âI got fourteen.â
Tim stood up and handed her the scorerâs pencil. He had a very flustered look on his face.
âUh-oh,â said Dorothy-Jane-Anne, who recognized the look. âIs Roseann cheating again?â
âNo. Iâm not,â said Roseann, sounding hurt.
âI think she is,â said Tim. âI think she is cheating again. She says her scores add up to ninety-three, but I donât think they do.â
âDo you want me to add them?â
âYes, I do,â said Tim. âI think that would be good. Sheâs calling me the president, but Iâm not trying to be the president. Iâm just trying to count, but I canât because she keeps talking to me.â
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