He found what he though to be an equipment locker, its door was ajar, this section of the wall almost at a ninety degree angle to the floor.He climbed...up, careful not to cut his hands on the jagged metal, and rummaged inside. There were personal effects here, photos of family members taped to the inside of the door that had somehow survived the heat and impact, a pair of shoes and some holographic media chips. These had belonged to someone, someone who was now certainly dead, but he didn’t have. You seem to have a natural talent for it. I suppose Penny has gotten some of her gift from you, although...”Blushing at the compliment she held up her hands. “Say no more about that. I’m a decent player. She’s great! In answer to your question though, I would like to learn from you how to make my music become more expressive.” Clarifying her thought she went on. “Watching you and Penny and listening to the way you both expressed your music the other night was; it was...”Garven interjected, “I. "Geoffrey, I'm sorry if my being here ruined your visit with Stephanie.But who are these young ladies?" Ginger, these are our daughters, daughters. Corrine, Destiny, andLayla." He watched her face."She, they, I never knew," she rushed outside after her daughter.At the doorway they could hear her. "Stephanie Lynn Winters, get backin here! Please, please I really do want to see you, and I don't wantto have to make a scene in public."Not wanting to make a public scene either, she followed her. Except for Mike, none of us really know how to play, but we decide to give it a go. We get a table in the corner and after some drunken giggling we split up the group – it’s two against three. A bit much for one pool table, but we’re all too tipsy to take the game seriously anyway. My teammate and I, however, can’t help being a bit competitive, especially because we don’t have Mike on our team – a serious disadvantage. We’ve now dubbed ourselves the underdogs and are determined to win. We.