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After
buying
Modem
Chess
Openings
and
a
book
on
the
endgame
at
Morris
’
s
,
Beth
walked
across
the
street
to
Purcell
’
s
Department
Store
.
She
knew
from
the
way
girls
talked
at
school
that
Purcell
’
s
was
better
than
Ben
Snyder
’
s
.
She
found
what
she
wanted
on
the
fourth
floor
:
a
wooden
set
almost
identical
to
the
one
Mr
.
Ganz
owned
,
with
hand
-
carved
knights
and
big
,
substantial
pawns
,
and
rooks
that
were
fat
and
solid
.
She
was
undecided
for
a
while
over
the
board
and
almost
bought
a
wooden
one
before
settling
on
a
folding
linen
board
with
green
and
beige
squares
.
It
would
be
more
portable
than
the
other
.
Back
home
she
cleared
off
her
desk
,
put
the
board
on
it
and
set
up
the
pieces
.
She
piled
her
new
chessbooks
on
one
side
and
placed
the
tall
silver
trophy
in
the
shape
of
a
chess
king
on
the
other
.
She
turned
on
her
student
lamp
and
sat
at
the
desk
,
just
looking
at
the
pieces
,
at
the
way
their
curves
picked
up
the
light
.
She
sat
for
what
seemed
like
a
long
time
,
her
mind
quiet
.
Then
she
picked
up
Modern
Chess
Openings
.
This
time
she
began
at
the
beginning
.
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She
had
never
seen
anything
like
the
Gibson
Hotel
before
.
Its
size
and
bustle
,
the
bright
chandeliers
in
its
lobby
,
the
heavy
red
carpeting
,
the
flowers
,
even
the
three
revolving
doors
and
the
uniformed
doorman
who
stood
beside
them
were
overwhelming
.
She
and
Mrs
.
Wheatley
walked
up
to
the
front
of
the
hotel
from
the
bus
station
,
carrying
their
new
luggage
.
Mrs
.
Wheatley
refused
to
hand
it
over
to
the
doorman
.
She
lugged
her
suitcase
up
to
the
front
desk
and
registered
for
them
both
,
unperturbed
by
the
look
the
room
clerk
gave
them
.
In
the
room
afterward
,
Beth
began
to
relax
.
There
were
two
big
windows
overlooking
Fourth
Street
with
its
rush
hour
traffic
.
It
was
a
crisp
,
cold
day
outside
.
Inside
they
had
this
thick
-
carpeted
room
with
the
big
white
bathroom
and
fluffy
red
towels
and
a
huge
plate
-
glass
mirror
covering
one
wall
.
There
was
a
color
TV
on
the
dresser
and
a
bright
-
red
bedspread
on
each
of
the
beds
.
Mrs
.
Wheatley
was
inspecting
the
room
,
checking
the
dresser
drawers
,
clicking
the
TV
on
and
off
,
patting
away
a
wrinkle
on
the
bedspread
.
“
Well
,
”
she
said
,
“
I
asked
them
for
a
pleasant
room
,
and
I
believe
they
gave
it
to
me
.
”
She
seated
herself
in
the
high
-
backed
Victorian
chair
by
her
bed
as
though
she
had
lived
in
the
Gibson
Hotel
all
her
life
.
The
tournament
was
on
the
mezzanine
in
the
Taft
Room
;
all
Beth
had
to
do
was
take
the
elevator
.
Mrs
.
Wheatley
found
them
a
diner
down
the
street
where
they
had
bacon
and
eggs
for
breakfast
,
then
she
went
back
to
bed
with
a
copy
of
the
Cincinnati
Enquirer
and
a
pack
of
Chesterfields
while
Beth
went
down
to
the
tournament
and
registered
.
She
still
did
not
have
a
rating
,
but
this
time
one
of
the
men
at
the
desk
knew
who
she
was
;
they
didn
’
t
try
to
put
her
in
the
Beginners
Section
.
There
would
be
two
games
a
day
,
and
the
time
control
would
be
120
/
40
,
which
meant
you
had
two
hours
to
make
forty
moves
.
