The game's afoot | OTA
Late morning finds Margaret St. John carefully pacing the length and breadth of the green. An equipment bag lies on the ground in the shade of a maple tree. Measurements complete, Maggie stands arms akimbo, and nods. Perfect.
It takes no time at all to dump the bocce balls out of the bag. She's playing against herself, so she'll bowl all colors. It's been awhile, but dear Ivan's teaching had been sound. Between his tutelage and Maggie's own excellent aim, her upcoming challege should go well.
She stretches down to pick up the slightly smaller pallino, picks a likely spot and tosses the ball upon the lawn.
"The game's afoot."
It takes no time at all to dump the bocce balls out of the bag. She's playing against herself, so she'll bowl all colors. It's been awhile, but dear Ivan's teaching had been sound. Between his tutelage and Maggie's own excellent aim, her upcoming challege should go well.
She stretches down to pick up the slightly smaller pallino, picks a likely spot and tosses the ball upon the lawn.
"The game's afoot."