Chapitre 117: CH 116: Like Father, Like Son

Ambryan rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-toned arms. He unlocked and pocketed his watch. His fingers tapped on top of the bowling balls. He silently assessed them for which one would work for him the best.

In the end, he settled for a marble design with shades of black, white and blue. 

Jackson stood near the starting line. He already held a bowling ball to his chest. His eyes perceived the lane ahead of him. He treated the ball like an extension of his arm. His confidence allowed him to really feel the place. 

His mind, body and soul were ready to get this game going.

"Father," Ambryan said, walking to his own starting line. He held the ball by his side. 

"What is it?" Jackson hissed. He was in the zone and, at this stage, he must not be interrupted. Even the slightest disruption could irritate him.

"My, my, what a sour face." 

"If you have something to say, say it already."