Bill adjusted his feathers. “The thing is,” he said, “I am usually pretty good at this game. I tend to win when I play.”

Francis tried to nod while he slurped some of his root beer float, but the two activities were at odds with each other.

”I’m a strategy guy,” Bill continued. “I love thinking through a challenge, three, four — even five — steps down the line. Not everyone can do that. Not everyone WANTS to do that.”

Francis sighed. “Be that as it may,” he said, “I think we have a draw.”

Bill nodded. “I am afraid you’re right. Well, of course, you are also a very skilled chess player.”

”I do enjoy it,” Francis said. “What is wonderful about chess is that when you are playing, it seems like the most important thing in the world. Which makes it so, at least for a time. At least for me. One of the secrets of life is finding something that you love to do and which has very little practical value, and completely dedicating yourself to it.”

Bill shrugged. “I suppose so,” he said. “How are you at backgammon? I’m quite good at backgammon.”

Francis smiled. “I have no doubt. No doubt at all.”