Jasmine Yale just couldn't stand up to him and was pulled down from the chair, led to the billiard room in the backyard.
"Still know how to play?" Sylvan Cheney asked, holding a cue and squinting at her.
Jasmine shook her head, "I've long forgotten."
As a teenager, he had taught her once. She was clumsy, couldn't learn, and gave up.
Back then, she did not really want to learn, she just wanted to be closer to him.
Now, she looked at him, and he looked back at her, their memories merging at one point.
Many years ago, Sylvan used to enjoy playing in the Cheney Residence's billiard room.
It was a way for him to release his emotions.
Often, he would stay in the billiard room by himself, cue in hand, and with a "thud," the ball would sink into a pocket.
His concentration was intense; when his emotions were strong, he could spend a whole night in the billiard room.
Occasionally, he would smoke there too.
