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She
started
to
ask
him
how
long
he
had
known
about
this
game
,
but
didn
’
t
.
Clearly
he
had
known
it
before
last
night
.
She
rode
the
Fifth
Avenue
bus
with
him
down
to
Forty
-
fourth
Street
and
walked
with
him
over
to
the
Algonquin
Hotel
.
Benny
seemed
to
have
his
mind
on
something
he
wasn
’
t
interested
in
talking
about
,
and
they
walked
in
silence
.
She
was
beginning
to
feel
angry
again
;
she
hadn
’
t
come
to
New
York
for
this
,
and
she
was
annoyed
at
Benny
’
s
way
of
offering
no
explanations
and
no
advance
notice
.
His
behavior
was
like
his
chess
game
:
smooth
and
easy
on
the
surface
but
tricky
and
infuriating
beneath
.
She
did
not
like
tagging
along
,
but
she
did
not
want
to
go
back
to
the
apartment
and
study
alone
.
The
game
was
in
a
small
suite
on
the
sixth
floor
and
it
was
,
as
he
had
said
,
all
male
.
Four
men
were
seated
around
a
table
with
coffee
cups
and
chips
and
cards
.
An
air
conditioner
whirred
noisily
.
There
were
two
other
men
who
seemed
merely
to
be
hanging
around
.
The
players
looked
up
when
Benny
came
in
and
greeted
him
jokingly
.
Benny
was
cool
and
pleasant
.
“
Beth
Harmon
,
”
he
said
,
and
the
men
nodded
without
recognition
.
He
had
gotten
out
his
billfold
,
and
now
he
slipped
a
pile
of
bills
from
it
,
set
them
in
front
of
an
empty
place
at
the
table
and
sat
down
,
ignoring
Beth
.
Not
knowing
what
her
role
in
all
this
was
,
Beth
went
into
the
bedroom
,
where
she
had
seen
a
coffee
pitcher
and
cups
.
She
got
a
cup
of
coffee
and
went
back
into
the
other
room
.
Benny
had
a
stack
of
chips
in
front
of
him
and
was
holding
cards
in
his
hand
.
The
man
on
his
left
said
,
“
I
’
ll
bump
that
,
”
flatly
,
and
threw
a
blue
chip
into
the
center
of
the
table
.
The
others
followed
suit
,
with
Benny
last
.
She
stood
at
a
distance
from
the
table
watching
.
She
remembered
standing
in
the
basement
watching
Mr
.
Shaibel
,
and
the
intensity
of
her
interest
in
what
he
was
doing
,
but
she
felt
nothing
like
that
now
.
She
did
not
care
how
poker
was
played
,
even
though
she
knew
she
would
be
good
at
it
.
She
was
furious
with
Benny
.
He
went
on
playing
without
looking
at
her
.
He
handled
the
cards
with
dexterity
and
tossed
chips
into
the
center
of
the
table
with
quiet
aplomb
,
sometimes
saying
things
like
“
I
’
ll
stay
”
or
“
Back
to
you
.
”
Finally
,
while
one
of
the
men
was
dealing
,
she
tapped
Benny
on
the
shoulder
and
said
softly
,
“
I
’
m
leaving
.
”
He
nodded
and
said
,
“
Okay
”
and
turned
his
attention
back
to
his
cards
.
Going
down
in
the
elevator
,
she
felt
she
could
have
beaten
him
over
the
head
with
a
two
-
by
-
four
.
The
cool
son
of
a
bitch
.
It
was
quick
sex
with
her
,
and
then
off
to
the
boys
.
He
had
probably
planned
it
that
way
for
a
week
.
Tactics
and
strategy
.
She
could
have
killed
him
.
But
the
walk
across
town
eased
her
anger
,
and
by
the
time
she
got
on
the
Third
Avenue
bus
to
go
back
up
to
the
apartment
on
Seventy
-
eighth
Street
,
she
was
calm
.
She
was
even
pleased
to
be
alone
for
a
while
.
She
spent
the
time
with
Benny
’
s
Chess
Informants
,
a
new
series
of
books
from
Yugoslavia
,
playing
out
games
in
her
head
.
He
came
in
sometime
during
the
middle
of
the
night
;
she
woke
when
he
got
into
bed
.
She
was
glad
he
was
back
,
but
she
didn
’
t
want
to
make
love
with
him
.
Fortunately
he
wasn
’
t
interested
either
.
She
asked
him
how
he
had
done
.
“
Nearly
six
hundred
,
”
he
said
,
pleased
with
himself
.
She
rolled
over
and
went
back
to
sleep
.
They
made
love
in
the
morning
,
and
she
did
not
enjoy
it
much
.
She
knew
she
was
still
angry
with
him
for
the
poker
game
—
not
for
the
game
itself
but
for
the
way
he
had
used
it
just
when
they
had
become
lovers
.
When
they
were
finished
,
he
sat
up
in
bed
and
looked
at
her
for
a
minute
.
“
You
’
re
pissed
at
me
,
aren
’
t
you
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
The
poker
game
?
”
“
The
way
you
didn
’
t
tell
me
about
it
.
”
