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Show 11 liverwurst sandwich with x ketchup with his left hand, all the while swinging the bowling ball with his right, all sixteen pounds of it, until it felt so light it was like a part of his arm. Second man on the Forge 'AAAA' Bowling Team, Red was going to make so throwing that xxi bowling ball down the alley was like skipping stones. Those pins didn't have a chance. In a month he'd be the best bowler on the team, and then the best in the city, just like he'd become the best shot in the Marines, and the best handball player, and the best horse shoe pitcher. Everybody already knew he was the best catcher in the Industrial Fast-Pitch League and could hit a softball anywhere in the park, including out of the park if the damn parks had fences. Red walked around the house and swung the bowling ball back and forth and back and forth and thought about taking up golf. Then Helen came home from her mother's, little Jarvis in one hand and Neda in the other, and Red stood there at the doorway. He didn't say anythig, he just stood there and held the bowling ball in front of him and smacked it into his left hand, smack, smack, x smack, as easy as if it were his fist. |