The jukebox had been mercifully silent today as Lex moved about the pool table, taking shot after calculated shot. Small blessings, but Lex had learned to cherish them a lot more since arriving on that island. Among other things. Speaking of which, "12 corner pocket" he muttered in Russian to himself as he bent over and made the shot. The ball ( Read more... )

Before his enlightening day in the rec room, Lex had often gone into the rec room for both books and to occasionally use the pool table. While he was in there, the jukebox had been fond of playing a song for him. It was a rather grand song, with a marvelous male singer singing about how one's nation wasn't defined by borders but how it lives in the ( Read more... )

His steps were light as Lex wandered down the path in the direction of Anatoly's hut for their first Russian lesson. His mood was high for two reasons: his actual true joy of learning something new and spending time with someone that he considered a friend. Clark had been his first real friend, so the idea was still new to him. At home he couldn't ( Read more... )