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There
was
no
violation
of
Christianity
in
chess
,
any
more
than
there
was
a
violation
of
Marxism
.
It
was
nonideological
.
It
wouldn
’
t
have
hurt
Deardorff
to
let
her
play
—
to
encourage
her
to
play
.
It
would
have
been
something
for
Methuen
to
boast
about
.
She
could
see
Deardorff
’
s
face
in
her
mind
—
the
thin
,
rouged
cheeks
,
the
tight
,
reproving
smile
,
the
little
sadistic
glint
in
her
eyes
.
It
had
pleased
her
to
cut
Beth
off
from
the
game
she
loved
.
It
had
pleased
her
.
“
You
want
to
go
in
?
”
Jolene
asked
.
“
No
.
Let
’
s
find
that
motel
.
”
The
motel
had
a
small
pool
only
a
few
yards
from
the
road
,
with
some
weary
-
looking
maples
beside
it
.
The
evening
was
warm
enough
for
a
quick
swim
after
dinner
.
Jolene
turned
out
to
be
a
superb
swimmer
,
going
back
and
forth
the
length
of
the
pool
with
hardly
a
ripple
,
while
Beth
treaded
water
under
the
diving
board
.
Jolene
pulled
up
near
her
.
“
We
were
chicken
,
”
she
said
.
“
We
should
have
gone
in
the
Administration
Building
.
We
should
have
gone
in
her
office
.
”
The
funeral
was
in
the
morning
at
the
Lutheran
Church
.
There
were
a
dozen
people
and
a
closed
casket
.
It
was
an
ordinary
-
sized
coffin
,
and
Beth
wondered
briefly
how
they
could
fit
a
man
of
Shaibel
’
s
girth
into
it
.
Although
the
church
was
smaller
,
it
was
much
like
Mrs
.
Wheatley
’
s
funeral
in
Lexington
.
After
the
first
five
minutes
of
it
,
she
was
bored
and
restless
,
and
Jolene
was
dozing
.
After
the
ceremony
they
followed
the
small
procession
to
the
grave
.
“
I
remember
,
”
Jolene
said
,
“
he
scared
shit
out
of
me
once
,
hollering
to
keep
off
the
library
floor
.
He
just
mopped
it
,
and
Mr
.
Schell
sent
me
in
to
get
a
book
.
Son
of
a
bitch
hated
kids
.
”
“
Mrs
.
Deardorff
wasn
’
t
at
the
church
.
”
“
None
of
them
were
.
”
The
graveside
service
was
an
anticlimax
.
They
lowered
the
coffin
,
and
the
minister
said
a
prayer
.
Nobody
cried
.
They
looked
like
people
waiting
in
line
at
a
teller
’
s
window
at
the
bank
.
Beth
and
Jolene
were
the
only
young
ones
there
,
and
none
of
the
others
spoke
to
them
.
They
left
immediately
after
it
was
over
,
walking
along
a
narrow
path
in
the
old
cemetery
,
past
faded
gravestones
and
patches
of
dandelions
.
Beth
felt
no
grief
for
the
dead
man
,
no
sadness
that
he
was
gone
.
The
only
thing
she
felt
was
guilt
that
she
had
never
sent
him
his
ten
dollars
—
she
should
have
mailed
him
a
check
years
ago
.
They
had
to
pass
Methuen
on
the
way
back
to
Lexington
.
Just
before
the
turnoff
,
Beth
said
,
“
Let
’
s
go
in
.
There
’
s
something
I
want
to
see
,
”
and
Jolene
turned
the
car
down
the
drive
to
the
orphanage
.
