Another quote--
The young man, Eddie, had gone to the first of the four tables and was taking the wooden rack from the triangle of colored balls. Grab a stick, Charlie." he called, his voice light. "Quit stalling."
And another--
Then he got down, sighted, took aim awkwardly, and stroked into the cue ball. Now there was only the slightest difference between that stroke and the stroke he had used all evening -- a slight, imperceptible regularity, smoothness, to the motion.
And one more--
Charlie's face and voice were, as ever, expressionless. "Look," he said, "it's two hundred profit and you know it. So let's drive."
Last edited by Daithi; 10-30-2011 at 02:17 AM.
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