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“
I
suppose
so
.
”
“
What
’
d
you
play
?
Sicilian
?
”
She
gently
set
the
package
of
cigarettes
back
on
the
chair
arm
.
“
Ruy
Lopez
.
I
let
him
do
it
to
me
.
”
“
Mistake
,
”
Beltik
said
.
“
Look
,
I
’
m
in
Lexington
for
the
summer
.
Would
you
like
some
training
?
”
“
Training
?
”
“
I
know
.
You
’
re
better
than
me
.
But
if
you
’
re
going
to
play
Russians
,
you
’
ll
need
help
.
”
“
Where
are
you
?
”
“
At
the
Phoenix
Hotel
.
I
’
m
moving
to
an
apartment
Thursday
.
”
She
looked
around
the
room
for
a
moment
,
at
the
stack
of
Mrs
.
Wheatley
’
s
women
’
s
magazines
on
the
cobbler
’
s
bench
,
the
pale
-
blue
drapes
on
the
windows
,
the
oversized
ceramic
lamps
with
the
cellophane
still
wrapped
around
their
yellowing
shades
.
She
took
in
a
long
breath
and
let
it
out
silently
.
“
Come
on
over
,
”
she
said
.
He
drove
up
twenty
minutes
later
in
a
1955
Chevrolet
with
red
-
and
-
black
flames
painted
on
the
fenders
and
a
broken
headlamp
,
pulling
up
to
the
curb
at
the
end
of
the
patterned
-
brick
walk
.
She
had
been
watching
for
him
from
the
window
and
was
on
the
front
porch
when
he
got
out
of
the
car
.
He
waved
at
her
and
went
to
the
trunk
.
He
was
wearing
a
bright
-
red
shirt
and
gray
corduroy
pants
with
a
pair
of
sneakers
that
matched
the
shirt
.
There
was
something
dark
and
quick
about
him
,
and
Beth
,
remembering
his
bad
teeth
and
his
fierce
way
of
playing
chess
,
felt
herself
stiffen
a
little
at
the
sight
of
him
.
