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“
That
’
s
good
,
”
Beth
said
.
“
Mr
.
Wheatley
didn
’
t
seem
very
amusing
.
”
“
My
God
,
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
,
“
Allston
never
thought
anything
was
funny
,
except
maybe
Eleanor
Roosevelt
.
”
*
*
*
In
this
tournament
each
player
played
one
game
a
day
.
It
would
go
on
for
six
days
.
Beth
’
s
first
two
games
were
simple
enough
for
her
,
but
the
third
came
as
a
shock
.
She
arrived
five
minutes
early
and
was
at
the
board
when
her
opponent
came
walking
up
,
a
bit
awkwardly
.
He
looked
about
twelve
years
old
.
Beth
had
seen
him
around
the
ballroom
,
had
passed
boards
where
he
was
playing
,
but
she
had
been
distracted
,
and
his
youth
hadn
’
t
really
registered
.
He
had
curly
black
hair
and
wore
an
old
-
fashioned
white
sport
shirt
,
so
neatly
ironed
that
its
creases
stood
out
from
his
thin
arms
.
It
was
very
strange
,
and
she
felt
uncomfortable
.
She
was
supposed
to
be
the
prodigy
.
He
looked
so
damned
serious
.
She
held
out
her
hand
.
“
I
’
m
Beth
Harmon
.
”
He
stood
,
bowed
slightly
,
took
her
hand
firmly
and
shook
it
once
.
“
I
am
Georgi
Petrovitch
Girev
,
”
he
said
.
Then
he
smiled
shyly
,
a
small
furtive
smile
.
“
I
am
honored
.
”
She
felt
flustered
.
“
Thanks
.
”
They
both
sat
,
and
he
pressed
the
button
down
on
her
clock
.
She
played
pawn
to
queen
four
,
glad
to
have
the
first
move
against
this
unnerving
child
.
It
started
out
as
a
routine
Queen
’
s
Gambit
Accepted
;
he
took
the
offered
bishop
pawn
,
and
they
both
developed
toward
the
center
.
But
as
they
got
into
the
midgame
it
became
more
complex
than
usual
,
and
she
realized
that
he
was
playing
a
very
sophisticated
defense
.
He
moved
fast
—
maddeningly
fast
—
and
he
seemed
to
know
exactly
what
he
was
going
to
do
.
She
tried
a
few
threats
,
but
he
was
unperturbed
by
them
.
An
hour
passed
,
then
another
.
The
move
numbers
were
now
in
the
thirties
,
and
the
board
was
dense
with
men
.
She
looked
at
him
as
he
was
moving
a
piece
—
at
the
skinny
little
arm
stuck
out
from
the
absurd
shirt
—
and
she
hated
him
.
He
could
have
been
a
machine
.
You
little
creep
,
she
thought
,
suddenly
realizing
that
the
adults
she
had
played
as
a
child
must
have
thought
the
same
thing
about
her
.
