CHAPTER 48 – Olivia

“Well hello, opportunity!” An overlarge man in his twenties sat at the back booth of the bowling alley with chili on his shirt and hot dog in his hands. His hair looked to be in need of a good washing and his face definitely needed a shave. And a dermatologist if Olivia was being honest, and Olivia was always honest. The bowling alley still smelled of days gone by. The years of cigarettes and league bowling were engrained in that wood. There was no amount of cleaning or painting that would...