Dorothy-Jane-Anne.
âThe pizza sauce. Itâs so hot sometimes. I donât know. Itâs messy too. When itâs cold, the toppings donât slide around so much. They just sit there on top of the crust. Itâs way easier to eat it when itâs cold. I donât know why people eat it hot all the time. That makes no sense to me. Itâs not half as good as when itâs cold.â Happy with his answer and the looks he was getting because of it, Rooster relaxed in his chair and crossed his arms.
âSo you like cold pizza?â concluded Tim.
âItâs the only smart way to eat it, as far as Iâm concerned,â said Rooster.
Mrs. Yuler called for the next question. âRoseann, what would you like to know about Rooster?â
Roseann began licking her fingers again.
âOh, please donât do that.â Mrs. Yuler shook her head. âItâs so distracting.â
âI canât help myself.â
âWhy not?â
âIâm nervous. Like he is.â
âBut heâs not licking his fingers.â
âNo. Goddamn hill. Heh, heh. Thatâs a funny one.â
âRoseann, I thought we said no more of that kind of talk.â
âHe started it.â
âNo more, Roseann.â
âIâm sorry.â
âNow get on with your question. What would you like to know about Rooster?â
âI wonât say it again. Iâm sorry.â
âWhatâs your question, Roseann?â
âUhm.â She removed her glasses and rubbed them with the fingers that had just been in her mouth. âUhm.â She put her glasses back on. âTell me what you know about bowling.â
Rooster smiled to himself. This was a question heâd been hoping for.
âItâs funny you should ask me that, Roseann,â he said.
âIt is?â
âYes, it is.â
âHow come itâs so funny?â
âBecause I donât know anything about bowling.â He had to remind himself not to look happy as he said it.
âYou donât?â
âNothing.â
âYouâve never bowled before?â
âOnce. At a birthday party. I dropped a ten-pin ball on my toe and I cried for three hours.â
âThree hours?â
âUh-huh.â
âYou cried for three goddamn hours?â
âRoseann. One more time and youâre out,â said Mrs. Yuler.
âIâm sorry. I wonât say it again.â
âMy toe was the size of a smokie. It was all black and blue. One of the worst days of my life and it happened at a bowling alley.â
âWere your mother and father with you?â said Dorothy-Jane-Anne. She had a very compassionate way of talking. Her voice was much softer and gentler than Roseannâs.
âYes, they were, actually.â
âDidnât they help you?â
âYes, they did. My dad picked me up. Mom bought me a pop, I think.â
âThey couldnât stop you from crying?â
âApparently not. I cried for a long time.â
âHow old were you?â
âI think I was about five. Maybe six.â
âWhy did they let such a little boy pick up such a big ball?â
âI wandered away to a different lane. They didnât see me until it was too late.â
âWerenât they watching you?â
âI was pretty sneaky.â
âWere they drinking?â
âOkay, Dorothy-Jane-Anne,â said Mrs. Yuler. âThatâs enough. Rooster answered the question.â
âNo he never.â
âYes, he did. Letâs move on, please.â
Rooster smiled in relief. Truthfully, he had bowled several times in his life and had enjoyed himself each time, including many fun outings at birthday parties when he was still in elementary school. It was only a couple of months ago that he had dropped a ball on his foot, during a night out with Jolene, Jayson and Puffs. It had hurt his big toe, but it
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