Well, a different kind of pool – this one in the cellar. Neither my nephew, nor I, know the specific rules of the game, but we both like the way the balls sound when they’re clicking each other on the pool table. Of course, I prefer that he keep the balls actually on the table, and that he rolls them rather than throwing them, but he got the hang of it soon enough. One day he’ll teach me the real way to play, because right now I can’t be bothered. Besides, his way is far more fun.
