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“
Thank
you
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
in
an
hour
.
”
She
felt
frightened
,
and
she
did
not
want
to
play
chess
.
She
had
not
looked
at
a
chess
book
or
touched
her
pieces
since
buying
the
house
from
Allston
Wheatley
.
She
did
not
want
even
to
think
about
chess
.
Last
night
’
s
bottle
was
still
sitting
on
the
counter
next
to
the
toaster
.
She
poured
half
a
glass
,
but
when
she
drank
it
,
it
stung
her
mouth
and
tasted
foul
.
She
set
the
unfinished
glass
in
the
sink
and
got
orange
juice
from
the
refrigerator
.
If
she
didn
’
t
clear
her
head
and
play
the
tournament
,
she
would
just
be
drunker
tomorrow
and
sicker
.
She
finished
the
orange
juice
and
went
upstairs
,
thinking
of
all
the
wine
she
had
been
drinking
,
remembering
it
in
the
pit
of
her
stomach
.
Her
insides
felt
fouled
and
abused
.
She
needed
a
hot
shower
and
fresh
clothes
.
It
would
be
a
waste
.
Beltik
wouldn
’
t
be
in
it
,
and
there
was
no
one
else
as
good
as
he
.
Kentucky
was
nothing
in
chess
.
Standing
naked
in
the
bathroom
,
she
started
going
through
the
Levenfish
Variation
of
the
Sicilian
,
squinting
her
eyes
and
picturing
the
pieces
on
an
imaginary
board
.
She
did
the
first
dozen
moves
without
a
mistake
,
although
the
pieces
didn
’
t
stand
out
as
clearly
as
they
had
a
year
before
.
She
hesitated
after
move
eighteen
,
where
Black
played
pawn
to
knight
four
and
got
equality
.
Smyslov
-
Botvinnik
,
1958
.
She
tried
to
play
out
the
rest
of
it
,
but
her
head
was
aching
,
and
after
stopping
to
take
two
aspirin
,
she
wasn
’
t
sure
where
the
pawns
were
supposed
to
be
.
But
she
had
gotten
the
first
eighteen
moves
right
.
She
would
stay
sober
today
and
play
tomorrow
.
When
she
won
the
state
championship
for
the
second
time
two
years
before
,
it
had
been
simple
.
After
herself
and
maybe
Harry
,
there
weren
’
t
any
really
strong
players
in
Kentucky
.
Goldmann
and
Sizemore
were
no
problem
.
When
the
phone
rang
again
she
told
Ed
Spencer
she
’
d
be
there
at
nine
-
thirty
.
A
half
-
hour
would
be
plenty
of
time
for
pictures
.
*
*
*
In
the
back
of
her
mind
she
had
hoped
Townes
might
show
up
with
a
camera
,
but
there
was
no
sign
of
him
.
The
man
from
Louisville
wasn
’
t
there
either
.
She
posed
at
Board
One
for
a
woman
photographer
from
the
Herald
-
Leader
,
did
a
three
-
minute
interview
with
a
man
from
a
local
television
station
,
and
excused
herself
to
go
out
for
a
walk
around
the
block
before
the
tournament
began
.
She
had
managed
to
get
through
the
day
before
without
drinking
and
had
slept
soundly
enough
with
the
help
of
three
green
pills
,
but
her
stomach
felt
queasy
.
It
was
still
morning
but
the
sun
was
too
bright
;
she
found
herself
beginning
to
sweat
after
one
turn
around
the
block
.
Her
feet
hurt
.
Eighteen
years
old
,
and
she
felt
like
forty
.
She
would
have
to
stop
drinking
.
Her
first
opponent
was
somebody
named
Foster
with
a
rating
in
the
1800s
.
She
would
be
playing
Black
,
but
it
should
be
easy
—
especially
if
he
tried
pawn
to
king
four
and
let
her
get
into
the
Sicilian
.
Foster
seemed
calm
enough
,
considering
that
he
was
playing
the
U
.
S
.
Champion
in
his
first
round
.
He
had
the
good
sense
not
to
open
with
the
king
pawn
against
her
.
He
played
pawn
to
queen
four
,
and
she
decided
to
avoid
the
Queen
’
s
Gambit
and
try
to
lead
him
into
unfamiliar
territory
with
the
Dutch
Defense
.
That
meant
pawn
to
king
bishop
four
.
They
went
through
the
book
moves
for
a
while
until
,
somehow
,
she
found
herself
getting
into
the
Stonewall
Formation
.
It
was
a
position
she
did
not
particularly
like
,
and
after
she
started
considering
the
way
the
board
looked
she
began
to
feel
annoyed
with
herself
.
The
thing
to
do
was
break
it
open
and
go
for
Foster
’
s
throat
.
She
had
just
been
diddling
with
him
,
and
she
wanted
to
get
this
over
with
.
Her
head
was
still
aching
,
and
she
felt
uncomfortable
even
in
the
good
swivel
chair
.
There
were
too
many
spectators
in
the
room
.
Foster
was
a
pale
blond
in
his
twenties
;
he
made
his
moves
with
a
prissy
carefulness
that
was
maddening
.
After
the
twelfth
she
looked
at
the
tight
position
on
the
board
and
quickly
pushed
a
center
pawn
up
for
sacrifice
;
she
would
open
up
the
game
and
start
threatening
.
She
must
have
a
good
600
rating
points
on
this
creep
;
she
would
wipe
him
out
,
get
a
good
lunch
and
some
coffee
,
and
be
ready
for
Goldmann
or
Sizemore
in
the
afternoon
.
