"'Is it a game?' he says.
"'Yes,' I told him.
"'What's its name?' he ask' me.
"'Game of Life,' I told him again.
"He thought about it, still twisting. Then he done one of his littlest laughs, with his head turned away.
"'My feet heard you,' he says. 'Now they know how to play.'
"'I hope so, Christopher,' says I, and kissed him on the back of his neck. That made him mad, like it usually done.
"'My neck is my neck,' says he, 'and it's shut in my collar. It ain't home to-day.'
"'Is your mouth home?' I ask' him.
"And it was.