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Now.”
    Kellen walked away like a dog that had just had an accident on the carpet. “I’m just trying to be a good brother.”
    Her dad leaned against the island, where her mother was still stirring. Why wasn’t she getting into this?
    “Jamie, you have great reflexes—you’re a natural at driving. I couldn’t be any prouder of you for what you’ve done. I just want you to be ready.”
    “Is this what your dad said to you?”
    He took off his hat and held it in front of him, chuckling. “My dad was old school. He’d hop in a car and hope. Just mash the pedal to the floor and seehow fast and how far he could go. Racing’s a lot different today—you know that.”
    “Yeah, but he encouraged you, didn’t he? He let you move up when you wanted.”
    The phone rang before he could answer.
    Kellen raced them to it and answered. He handed the phone to Jamie. “It’s somebody asking about your car.”

Chapter 12
Bowling
    AT FIRST, TIM THOUGHT the bowling alley was closed because it looked dark inside. There were cars in the parking lot, so he went inside and saw glowing pins and flashing laser lights. The music was loud but not loud enough to drown out the sound of falling pins. He loved that sound.
    He couldn’t believe he was actually going to a church function. That it was held here made it a little easier to stomach, but the whole thing made him uncomfortable. He wasn’t very good around girls—especially the pretty ones—and he stood for a long time and looked at the lanes to see if he could find Kimberly. The guy behind the counter stared at him, probably wondering if he was going to rent shoes or not. Tim decided to leave.
    “Hey, you did come!” Kimberly saidbehind him. She had an order of nachos that looked like it would feed an army. She offered him some, and though he was starving, he shook his head. That was something else he couldn’t do in front of pretty girls: eat.
    “We’re over on the first six lanes. Grab some shoes and meet us.”
    Tim walked to the counter and told the man his size.
    “I’ve got a pair of 9s and a pair of 10s, but no 9½s,” the man said.
    “Give me the 10s.” He fished in his pocket. “Can you break a hundred?”
    The man pointed to the sign above his head. No bills larger than $20 . “But if you’re with that group, the church pays for the whole thing. Never seen you in here before.”
    “My first time.”
    He handed Tim the shoes. “They call them the Holy Rollers. Get it?”
    Tim smiled. “Yeah, that’s a good one.”
    The kids didn’t look like what Tim expected. He thought they’d be wearing ties and suits and have halos. Instead, they wore jeans and looked normal. Probably just to throw me off , he thought.
    Kimberly introduced him to the youth leader,and Tim shook the man’s hand. He looked normal too.
    Tim didn’t bowl well because he’d done it only a few times. When he did keep the ball out of the gutter, he knocked down just a couple of pins. After a game, he sat out and watched.
    “This is Jeff,” Kimberly said about an hour after Tim arrived. “He’s a huge NASCAR fan.”
    Jeff wore a NASCAR hat and jacket and shook Tim’s hand firmly. People at churches sure seemed to shake hands a lot. Jeff suggested they go to the restaurant to talk. It was a lot quieter.
    “Never seen you in school,” Tim said.
    “That’s because I don’t go to your school.” He told Tim where he went. “What do you think of the group?”
    “It’s all right, I guess,” Tim said.
    “Yeah, it’s kind of lame when the guy talks, but there’re a lot of girls. Gotta go where the action is, you know?”
    “Yeah.”
    “So, Kimberly said you have some tickets?”
    “I’ve got three pit and garage passes if you’re interested.”
    “Interested? You bet. How’d you get them?”
    “I know some people.”
    “Wow, pits and garage. How much you want for them?”
    “I’d give them to you if I could get a ride down there. I don’t have any way to the