CHAPTER 28
The ball hurtled down the alley, as if its only mission was to smash the huddle of pins and send them all flying. Its pearly sheen glimmered under the strobe lighting. At the last minute it veered off to the right and into the gutter, nudging one of the pins on the end. The pin wobbled drunkenly and almost fell, then righted itself. A grand total of zero. Barry Gibb’s falsetto tones in ‘How Deep is My Love’ reverberated around them.
Reuben shrugged his shoulders and ambled back to his seat.
‘Bad luck,’ Frank said, grinning. He picked up his ball, strode up to the marker and sent it down the alley with such power and precision that the ball didn’t dare not hit the pins. His third strike in a row. A purple star pulsated on the scoring screen above them. ‘Congratulations, you’re
