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“
I
didn
’
t
tell
all
of
it
yesterday
.
I
’
m
getting
an
M
.
S
.
in
political
science
.
”
Beth
stared
at
her
.
“
Honi
soit
qui
mal
y
pense
,
”
Jolene
said
.
When
Beth
got
up
the
next
morning
,
her
back
and
calves
were
sore
,
and
she
decided
not
to
go
to
the
gym
.
But
when
she
opened
the
refrigerator
to
find
something
for
breakfast
,
she
saw
stacks
of
TV
dinners
and
suddenly
thought
of
the
way
Mrs
.
Wheatley
’
s
pale
legs
had
looked
when
she
rolled
down
her
stockings
.
She
shook
her
head
in
revulsion
and
started
prying
the
boxes
loose
.
The
thought
of
frozen
fried
chicken
and
roast
beef
and
turkey
made
her
ill
;
she
dumped
them
all
in
a
plastic
shopping
bag
.
When
she
opened
the
cabinet
to
look
over
the
canned
foods
,
there
were
three
bottles
of
Almadén
Mountain
Rhine
sitting
in
front
of
the
cans
.
She
hesitated
and
closed
the
door
.
She
would
think
about
that
later
.
She
had
toast
and
black
coffee
for
breakfast
.
On
her
way
to
the
gym
,
she
dropped
the
sack
of
frozen
dinners
into
the
garbage
.
At
lunch
Jolene
told
her
about
a
bulletin
board
in
the
Student
Union
that
listed
students
who
would
do
unskilled
work
at
two
dollars
an
hour
.
Jolene
walked
her
over
on
the
way
to
class
,
and
Beth
took
down
two
numbers
.
By
three
o
’
clock
that
afternoon
she
had
a
Business
Administration
major
beating
the
carpets
in
the
backyard
and
an
Art
History
major
scrubbing
the
refrigerator
and
kitchen
cabinets
;
Beth
did
not
supervise
them
;
she
spent
the
time
working
out
variations
on
the
Nimzo
-
Indian
Defense
.
By
the
next
Monday
,
she
was
using
all
seven
of
the
Nautilus
machines
and
doing
sit
-
ups
afterward
.
On
Wednesday
,
Jolene
added
ten
pounds
to
each
of
them
for
her
and
had
her
hold
a
five
-
pound
weight
on
her
chest
when
she
did
the
sit
-
ups
.
The
week
after
that
,
they
started
playing
handball
.
Beth
was
awkward
at
it
and
got
out
of
breath
quickly
.
Jolene
beat
her
badly
.
Beth
kept
at
it
doggedly
,
panting
and
sweating
and
sometimes
bruising
the
palm
of
her
hand
on
the
little
black
ball
.
It
took
her
ten
days
and
a
few
lucky
bounces
before
she
won
her
first
game
.
“
I
knew
you
’
d
start
winning
soon
enough
,
”
Jolene
said
.
They
stood
in
the
center
of
the
court
,
sweating
.
“
I
hate
losing
,
”
Beth
said
.
That
day
there
was
a
letter
waiting
for
her
from
something
called
Christian
Crusade
.
The
stationery
had
about
twenty
names
down
the
side
,
under
an
embossed
cross
.
The
letter
read
:
Dear
Miss
Harmon
:
