My shoes squeaked on the shiny wood floor as I victory-danced my way across the lane.It was 2-FOR-1 SUNDAYS at South Bend Bowl & Arcade, and a strobe light glittered from the ceiling when someone bowled a strike. Aidan and Mindy were covered in sparkling checks of brightness as they clapped.“You’re a weirdly good bowler, Auds,” Aidan said, grinning. His long body leaned back against the booth. His ivory sweater made his curls appear even darker.“Thanks,” I said, mentally filing the details of the parent/child bowling league my mom and I played during sophomore year in a folder marked THINGS YOU DON’T EVEN TELL YOUR THERAPIST.Today was Mindy’s idea. I’d been holed up in my room for the seventeen hours since Lindsay and Nigit’s date doing Twitter stuff for the app like Lindsay taught me (minus the one hour I babysat our neighbor’s toddler) when Mindy texted: lets see the luvbirds in action . . . South Bend B & A at 4?Raspberry-colored barrettes clipped Mindy’s caramel waves away from her face.
