Sacha's friend Fabrice looked at the balls on our dining room table, he passed a strange look at me, and then he leaned in close to Sacha, and whispered, "C'est normal que ta mère ait des boules de canon sur la table? - Is it normal that your Mother has cannon balls on the table?" Sacha tossed back an easy answer, "Yeah." Fabrice gave the balls a double take, "Mais pourquoi? A quoi ça sert? - Why, what is the purpose?" Sacha shrugged, "Nothing, you know my mom."