John’s down to the last day on his rent and one whole moldy sandwich to eat. To add insult to injury, somebody left a bowling ball on the kitchen table. John’s never seen it before, didn’t know how it got there, or what he’s supposed to do with it. It has to belong to somebody, and so he sets out to find out who. Maybe he’ll pick a job or something to eat along the way, too.
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Ann Stratton lives in Southeastern Arizona with her husband and her cat, trying to balance too many interests at once.