The long drapes and deep pile carpet made the room feel hushed, like a library.The long drapes and deep pile carpet made the room feel hushed, like a library. Her bedrooms was upstairs. It was bright and cheery. She put on a stack of records and we went to explore the rest of the house. The music echoed through the stairway as we walked down, first to the main floor, then to the basement. The basement was a real surprise. Smack in the middle was the biggest, most beautiful pool table I'd ever seen, along with all the paraphernalia. It looked longer than a cadillac and heavier than a tank. It was carved ornately. The felt was perfect. It was gorgeous. "Do you play?" she asked. "Not much. With a table like this, you must be good." "I'm OK," she replied. "Want to play?" We played a few games. We kept getting in each other's way as we set up our shots. It didn't take long 'til the touch barriers broke down and we were tickling and teasing each other. She beat me every game, but we had such a good time, it didn't matter. Later we went upstairs to the living room and looked through the books in the library. |