know how to add?â
âNo. Not really.â
âDo you want me to use my calculator? My sister got it for me for my birthday.â
âThat would be good,â said Tim. âThat would be really good.â
Dorothy-Jane-Anne went to her purse on the bench where their coats were and pulled out a small calculator with large buttons and a screen that clearly showed the numbers. She sat down in Timâs chair and began to slowly add Roseannâs scores.
âIâm not cheating again,â said Roseann.
âShut up,â said Dorothy-Jane-Anne. âI donât like it when you cheat.â
âIâm not cheating.â
âYes you are. I can tell already you are.â
âCan you?â
âYes.â
âHow?â
âBecause I have more points than you have and I only have fifty-seven.â
âOh,â said Roseann, her fingers frozen in front of her mouth. âSorry.â
âItâs okay.â Dorothy-Jane-Anne turned the pencil around and began erasing the ninety-three.
âIâm sorry about that,â said Roseann. âI wonât do it again.â
âOkay. I donât like it when you cheat.â
âI wonât do it again.â
âIâll turn you over to the police the next time.â
âNo, donât do that.â
âOkay.â
Percival returned a short time later with a six-inch stack of paper towels from the washroom. He put them on the bench next to his jacket, picked one of them up and walked over and polished the bowling ball he was planning on throwing when his turn came up.
Rooster saw him do this, then watched in horror as the bowling alley manager walked up to Percival and asked him what he thought he was doing.
âWhat does it look like?!â screeched Percival, who towered over the manager by at least a foot.
âIt looks like youâre stealing paper towels from my bathroom. Thatâs what it looks like.â
âYouâre very bright!â said Percival. âThatâs exactly what Iâm doing! But I have a perfectly good reason for doing it!â
âYouâre stealing for a good reason? I donât think so. Put them back. Every one of them. Except that one in your hand. You can keep that one. The rest, they go right back where you found them.â
âOver my dead body!â said Percival, taking a stand.
Rooster arrived to intervene. He introduced himself, apologized for the paper towels and asked the manager for a little extra patience. âTheyâre very excited to be here,â he said. âTheyâve been waiting so long for a chance to come back. They love it here.â
The manager gave Rooster a once-over, then leveled with him. âListen, kid, I know who these characters are. I know them from the last time they were here. Theyâre trouble. They make the little kids cry. They disrupt the other bowlers. I told that lady at Common House Iâd give them one chance. Out of the goodness of my heart, Iâll give them one chance. If they blow it, theyâre gone. Now Iâll say to you what I said to him. These paper towels go back into my bathroom or you guys can pack up and leave now. Done. Just like that.â
âFair enough,â said Rooster.
âNever!â cried Percival.
âIâll handle it,â said Rooster to the manager.
âEvery one of them,â said the manager. He pointed a menacing finger at Rooster, gave Percival the evil eye, then turned and left them alone. Rooster looked up at Percival, who was joined by Tim. At the scorerâs table, Dorothy-Jane-Anne and Roseann both stared at him. He took this to be the first defining moment of his time with the Strikers. It was time he held little regard for, but still, he did not want it to end this quickly. He did not want to go out without even a whimper, much less a bang.
He thought mightily for something to say.
He cleared his throat.
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