Alfie grinned back at her before picking up the ball again. Had its surface not been so smooth, he probably could have picked it up with one hand and just tossed it on over into the pins. What fun would that be though? His fingers popped into the holes and he held the ball up to his face. His head tilted slightly to the side, trying to get an accurate reading on the distance versus the amount of energy he had to put into the shot. He thought he would go as easy as he possibly could.
His arm drew back. At its highest point, Alfie felt like he was holding a balloon that was just going to float away the instant he brought it back down. But he knew better. He held onto it and gently as ever rolled it into the lane. To Alfie, it felt like his shot would only get the ball about halfway into the lane and then stop. But actually, the ball rolled like normal all the way to the end and knocked down a little less than half of the pins.