The ball said 00, which Ama said was not a number at all — and then they were on the swaying deck of a big ship, with sailors and soldiers sitting on coils of rope, playing a game they called housie with little paper tickets.
The caller, a cheerful sailor called Kelly, had a nickname for every number. Nobody minded that you had to know the nickname — that was half the fun. “Snowman!” Kelly called, and everyone circled 8.
“A nickname is a picture of a number,” Kelly said. “Once you have heard a good one, you never forget it.” She asked Ama and Tam to make up new ones.