Chapter Seven JaneThe old arcade may be a bowling alley now, but nearly every other detail has remained precisely the same. There’s the same geometric-patterned neon carpet beneath my wedges, the same suffocating smell of nacho cheese in the air, and the same quarterback waiting to meet me, filling my stomach with butterflies.
One quick scan of the room, and I spot Wes. He’s already laid claim on a lane and has one foot up on a seat, trying to put on a bowling shoe that is clearly too small for his giant foot.
It’s never exactly a game of “I Spy” trying to pick Wes out of a crowd since he’s well over six feet tall. But today, there’s no crowd to pick him out of. This place is a complete ghost town. I guess noon on a Tuesday isn’t exactly a peak bowling hour.
Since Wes has his back to me
