Justin tossed in his bed, scattered dreams going everywhere. He openedh is eyes, looking aorund. It was midnight and maralyn was still fast asleep. Still, he needed more answers.

"I know what we can do, but you better be prepared to wear shoes that make you feel like a duck and look like fashion outcast." Rosamunde shrugged, flashing him a white smile.

"I've always been a fashion outcast." Jack said, a hint of playful humor in his voice. "But I have to admit I've never fancied myself a duck." he gestured. "Lead on, fair damsel."

Rosamunde chuckled and motioned for him to follow. "Do you want to walk or take your truck? My dad dropped me off, so I have no car...It's not that far of a walk; just about two blocks up that way." She pointed in a direction.

"I'd love to walk. It's a beautiful day and I'd had to waste it." Jack grinned in her direction. "We can come back for the truck later. It's locked." he followed faithfully behind her.

"Alrighty then." Rosamunde said, coming to walk beside him. She was silent for a few moments and then she said, "Are you good at bowling? 'Cause if you are, we'll have to think of a way to handicap you somehow."

"To tell you the truth, Ro, I've never touched a bowling ball in all my life." Jack laughed. "My Mom played bowling when she was young, but when she married Dad that was it. My Dad wasn't good at it at all, so we never went." he shook his head, a crooked smile on his face. "So, I have a feeling I'm going to be the clumsiest player there."

Ro looked at him with an eyebrow lifted, her expression mischievious. "Oh, well, maybe we should put up the bumper guards. I mean, who says only five-year-olds can use them?"

Jack made a face at her, pursing his lips in mock disgust. "Now...." he trailed off and poked her gently in the side. "I'm going to try to bowl, and I will not use the bumper guards!"

"Hey!" Rosamunde said through a laugh, stepping away from him. "Fine, fine, we won't use the bumper guards...but don't blame me if you get a gutter ball every time."

"You might be surprised, Rosamunde Troy" Jack said, sternly. "I might blow you away. I might pick up that bowling ball and suddenly become a star player." He grinned. "I'm kidding and your probably right. I'll go in the gutter every time."

"Mm, I'm sure you'll catch on pretty quick. It's not hard." Rosamunde shoved her hands in her pockets as she fell back into step with him. "I've had a lot of practice. I used to go with my grandfather and a few of his friends. I had to learn quick; elderly people show no compassion or support when it comes to bowling. They're just as competitive as people on the big leagues."

Jack chuckled. "I'll have to remember that." he said, walking along at a steady face. It was such a pleasant day out, he knew part of his happiness though, come from the fact that he knew he would be spending a good portion of his day with Ro. He was looking forward to getting to know her.

"We can grab some pizza at the bowling alley or something between games. That way, we'll work up an appetite for ice cream." Rosamunde said, kicking an acorn across the sidewalk.

Sometimes I loose track.))

"What is your favorite type of pizza?" Jack inquired, looking at her out of the corner of one of his green eyes. "Let me guess...pineapple, pickle!?" he teased her.