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Mrs
.
Wheatley
peered
at
her
meditatively
for
a
moment
.
“
And
now
you
do
too
,
”
she
said
softly
.
*
*
*
Sometimes
on
the
street
that
winter
in
Lexington
people
would
look
back
over
their
shoulders
at
her
.
She
was
on
the
Morning
Show
on
WLEX
.
The
interviewer
,
a
woman
with
heavily
lacquered
hair
and
harlequin
glasses
,
asked
Beth
if
she
played
bridge
;
Beth
said
no
.
Did
she
like
being
the
U
.
S
.
Open
Champion
at
chess
?
Beth
said
she
was
co
-
champion
.
Beth
sat
in
a
director
’
s
chair
with
bright
lights
shining
on
her
face
.
She
was
willing
to
talk
about
chess
,
but
the
woman
’
s
manner
,
her
false
appearance
of
interest
,
made
it
difficult
.
Finally
she
was
asked
how
she
felt
about
the
idea
that
chess
was
a
waste
of
time
,
and
she
looked
at
the
woman
in
the
other
chair
and
said
,
“
No
more
than
basketball
.
”
But
before
she
could
go
on
about
that
,
the
show
was
over
.
She
had
been
on
for
six
minutes
.
The
one
-
page
article
Townes
had
written
about
her
appeared
in
the
Sunday
supplement
of
the
Herald
-
Leader
with
one
of
the
pictures
he
had
taken
at
the
window
of
his
room
in
Las
Vegas
.
She
liked
herself
in
the
picture
,
with
her
right
hand
on
the
white
queen
and
her
face
looking
clear
,
serious
and
intelligent
.
Mrs
.
Wheatley
bought
five
copies
of
the
paper
for
her
scrapbook
.
Beth
was
in
high
school
now
,
and
there
was
a
chess
club
,
but
she
did
not
belong
.
The
boys
in
it
were
nonplused
to
have
a
Master
walking
the
hallways
,
and
they
would
stare
at
her
in
a
kind
of
embarrassed
awe
when
she
passed
.
Once
a
boy
from
twelfth
grade
stopped
her
to
ask
nervously
if
she
would
give
a
simultaneous
in
Chess
Club
sometime
.
She
would
play
about
thirty
students
at
once
.
She
remembered
that
other
high
school
,
near
Methuen
,
and
the
way
she
was
stared
at
afterward
.
“
I
’
m
sorry
,
”
she
said
,
“
I
don
’
t
have
time
”
The
boy
was
unattractive
and
creepy
-
looking
;
it
made
her
feel
unattractive
and
creepy
just
to
be
talking
with
him
.
She
spent
about
an
hour
a
night
on
her
homework
and
made
As
.
But
homework
meant
nothing
to
her
.
It
was
the
five
or
six
hours
of
studying
chess
that
was
at
the
center
of
her
life
.
She
was
enrolled
as
a
special
student
at
the
university
for
a
class
in
Russian
that
met
one
night
a
week
.
It
was
the
only
schoolwork
that
she
paid
serious
attention
to
.
Beth
puffed
,
inhaled
and
held
the
smoke
in
.
There
was
nothing
to
it
.
She
handed
the
joint
to
the
young
man
on
her
right
,
and
he
said
,
“
Thank
you
.
”
He
had
been
talking
about
Donald
Duck
with
Eileen
.
They
were
in
Eileen
and
Barbara
’
s
apartment
,
a
block
off
Main
Street
.
It
was
Eileen
who
had
invited
Beth
to
the
party
,
after
the
night
class
.
“
It
’
s
got
to
be
Mel
Blanc
,
”
Eileen
was
saying
now
.
“
They
’
re
all
Mel
Blanc
.
”
Beth
was
still
holding
the
smoke
in
,
hoping
that
it
would
loosen
her
up
.
She
had
been
sitting
on
the
floor
with
these
college
students
for
half
an
hour
and
had
said
nothing
.
