That's Not All I Can Do

(memoir excerpt)But ten minutes later, the pool game was boring. Joe and his Uncle talked tediously about stocks and I was being ignored. I looked at my feet, without shoes and in black tights with black shorts. I laughed. It was my turn. Flexible me, I put my right leg on the pool table, leaned forward and aimed for the pool ball underneath a raised knee.

I looked at the look alike Clark Kent, his mouth ajar and eyebrows raised. I said, “Oh, that's not all I can do, watch.”

Joe grabbed my wrist and didn't seem to breathe on the way home.