Death by Tea

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grinned as she hefted it and then carried it back to our lane. “I’ll get our names put into the machine,” she called over her shoulder.
    I eyed the bowling balls distrustfully a moment before picking up what I hoped would be one of the lightest, but with large-enough finger holes to fit me. I didn’t have sausage fingers or anything, but I didn’t have the super-thin appendages Vicki sported. I shoved my fingers inside, found it to be snug but not so much that they’d get stuck, and then carried the ball over to where Vicki was waiting.
    â€œYou’re up,” she said, with a grand gesture toward the lane.
    I approached it with a hint of trepidation. I so didn’t want a repeat of my high school fall. It hadn’t hurt much more than my pride, but I remembered the sound of laughter, of my butt hitting the floor, feet flying up over my head. Just thinking about it caused a blush to rise up my neck.
    â€œI will not fall. I will not fall.” I repeated it like a mantra as I scuffed my feet across the floor. I stopped about a foot from the line and heaved the ball down the lane. It hit the floor with a thud that caused me to wince, bounced twice, drifted to the left, and then promptly went into the gutter. I kept my head down as I went to the ball return and waited. I could almost feel eyes on me from nearby lanes. At least there was a lane between us and the nearest group of people.
    My second try was better. I took out three pins, and then went to sit down while Vicki took her shot. As she weighed the ball in her hand and judged her toss, I looked around at the other groups in the room.
    While I’d been embarrassing myself with my first throw, one of the groups had left, leaving only two still bowling, other than Vicki and me. The couple was still in the arcade, lost in their own little world.
    My eyes traveled to the group near the far wall, in lane eight. It was a group of four, two elderly men and what was presumably their wives. They had on matching bowling shirts, telling me they were more than likely in a league together. I watched a woman who looked to be ninety if she was a day snatch up her ball, stride to the line, and toss it without considering it for more than a heartbeat. The ball hit the floor and made a satisfying hum as it sped down the lane. It crashed into the pins, sending all ten of them flying as if a bomb had gone off beneath them.
    I groaned and looked away. Great, I was going to get shown up by someone’s grandmother. It was a good thing Paul wasn’t there to see me embarrass myself.
    I turned the other way, to lane one, where three guys were playing. They were my age, and all of them looked as if they could have been on the cover of GQ or some other high-end magazine where all the men looked yummy in suits—unbuttoned or not. Two of the men were up by the lane. One was ready to throw while his buddy teased him mercilessly. I glanced toward the other man, who was seated, and found him looking at me.
    I jerked my head away to watch Vicki as she took her second shot. She only had a pair of pins remaining, one right next to the other. She lined up her shot and strode forward with confidence. Her ball didn’t move quite as fast as the old woman’s had, but it was right on target. Both pins went down, and she did a little hop and a skip as she spun with a clap of her hands.
    â€œSpare!”
    â€œNice shot,” I said, rising. I snuck a glance back at the men. The guy wasn’t watching me any longer but was instead getting his own shot ready. His dark, near-black hair was clipped short and styled. He was wearing a lightweight button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled so as not to get in the way. There wasn’t a tan line or anything, but something about the way he held himself told me he normally wore a watch. Even with the lane between us, I could tell he wasn’t wearing a ring.
    I felt my face get hot as I turned toward my

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