"That was, without a doubt, a failure," Enzo jeered. 

"I know. You don't have to rub salt in the wound."

"I was stating a fact. No need to get so worked up."

He picked up the bowling ball and began demonstrating once more. 

"See how I'm holding it? If you want to have a decent honk, use fewer fingers, exaggerate a cupped hand, and jerk your arm up as fast as you can when you throw the ball."

He suddenly went behind me and gave me the ball. He held my arm to guide me. But anyone who will look at us at first glance will assume that he's back...