Note: this is not a continuation of Darlene's Story. I'll probably pick that up next week!
Dorothy was a rabid bowler.
No, I didn’t mean “avid.”
She bowled on a league every week in sickness and health; to call her competitive was a gross understatement. In any other setting, one would find her outgoing, friendly- even agreeable.
My memory settles on the summer of 1982.