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They
did
remarkably
little
talking
during
the
first
week
.
Nothing
sexual
happened
.
Beth
had
not
forgotten
about
it
,
but
she
was
too
busy
going
over
chess
games
.
When
they
finished
,
sometimes
at
midnight
,
she
would
sit
for
a
while
on
a
pillow
on
the
floor
or
take
a
walk
to
Second
or
Third
Avenue
and
get
an
ice
cream
or
a
Hershey
bar
at
a
deli
.
She
went
into
none
of
the
bars
,
and
she
seldom
stayed
out
long
.
New
York
could
be
grim
and
dangerous
-
looking
at
night
,
but
that
wasn
’
t
the
reason
.
She
was
too
tired
to
do
more
than
go
back
to
the
apartment
,
pump
up
her
mattress
and
go
to
sleep
.
Sometimes
being
with
Benny
was
like
being
with
no
one
at
all
.
For
hours
at
a
time
he
would
be
completely
impersonal
.
Something
in
her
responded
to
that
,
and
she
became
impersonal
and
cool
herself
,
communicating
nothing
but
chess
.
But
sometimes
it
would
change
.
Once
when
she
was
studying
an
especially
complex
position
between
two
Russians
,
a
position
that
ended
in
a
draw
,
she
saw
something
,
followed
it
,
and
cried
out
,
“
Look
at
this
,
Benny
!
”
and
started
moving
the
pieces
around
.
“
He
missed
one
.
Black
has
this
with
the
knight
…
”
and
she
showed
a
way
for
the
black
player
to
win
.
And
Benny
,
smiling
broadly
,
came
over
to
where
she
was
sitting
at
the
board
and
hugged
her
around
the
shoulders
.
Most
of
the
time
,
chess
was
the
only
language
between
them
.
One
afternoon
when
they
had
spent
three
or
four
hours
on
endgame
analysis
she
said
wearily
,
“
Don
’
t
you
get
bored
sometimes
?
”
and
he
looked
at
her
blankly
.
“
What
else
is
there
?
”
he
said
.
*
*
*
They
were
doing
rook
and
pawn
endings
when
there
was
a
knock
at
the
door
.
Benny
got
up
and
opened
it
,
and
there
were
three
people
.
One
was
a
woman
.
Beth
recognized
one
man
from
a
Chess
Review
piece
about
him
a
few
months
before
and
the
other
looked
familiar
,
although
she
couldn
’
t
place
him
.
The
woman
was
striking
.
She
was
about
twenty
-
five
,
with
black
hair
and
a
pale
complexion
,
and
she
was
wearing
a
very
short
gray
skirt
and
some
kind
of
military
shirt
with
epaulets
.
“
This
is
Beth
Harmon
,
”
Benny
said
.
“
Hilton
Wexler
,
Grandmaster
Arthur
Levertov
,
and
Jenny
Baynes
.
”
“
Our
new
champ
,
”
Levertov
said
,
giving
her
a
little
bow
.
He
was
in
his
thirties
and
balding
.
“
Hi
,
”
Beth
said
.
She
stood
up
from
the
table
.
