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Her
seat
was
by
a
window
near
the
back
;
it
had
heavy
brown
plastic
upholstery
and
a
little
white
antimacassar
on
each
arm
.
She
got
in
with
Mr
.
Booth
beside
her
.
She
looked
out
the
window
at
the
gray
Paris
sky
with
the
water
in
broad
sheets
on
the
runways
and
the
planes
gleaming
darkly
in
the
evening
wetness
.
It
felt
as
if
she
were
already
in
Moscow
.
After
a
few
minutes
a
steward
started
handing
out
glasses
of
water
.
Mr
.
Booth
drank
about
half
of
his
and
then
fished
in
his
jacket
pocket
.
After
some
fumbling
he
produced
a
little
silver
flask
and
pulled
the
cap
off
with
his
teeth
.
He
filled
the
glass
with
whiskey
,
put
the
cap
back
on
and
slipped
the
flask
into
his
pocket
.
Then
he
held
the
glass
toward
Beth
in
a
perfunctory
way
,
and
she
shook
her
head
.
It
wasn
’
t
easy
to
do
.
She
could
have
used
a
drink
.
She
did
not
like
this
strange
-
looking
airplane
,
and
she
didn
’
t
like
the
man
sitting
beside
her
.
She
had
disliked
Mr
.
Booth
from
the
moment
he
met
her
at
Kennedy
and
introduced
himself
.
Assistant
to
the
Undersecretary
.
Cultural
Affairs
.
He
would
show
her
the
ropes
in
Moscow
.
She
did
not
want
to
be
shown
any
ropes
—
especially
not
by
this
gravelly
voiced
old
man
with
his
dark
suit
,
arched
eyebrows
and
frequent
theatrical
laughter
.
When
he
volunteered
the
information
that
he
had
played
chess
at
Yale
in
the
forties
,
she
said
nothing
;
he
had
spoken
of
it
as
though
it
were
a
shared
perversion
.
What
she
wanted
was
to
be
traveling
with
Benny
Watts
.
She
hadn
’
t
even
been
able
to
get
hold
of
Benny
the
night
before
;
his
line
was
busy
the
first
two
times
she
dialed
and
then
there
was
no
answer
.
She
had
a
letter
from
the
director
of
the
USCF
wishing
her
well
and
that
was
all
.
She
leaned
back
against
the
seat
,
closed
her
eyes
and
tried
to
relax
,
tuning
out
the
voices
,
Russian
,
German
and
French
,
that
surrounded
her
.
In
a
pocket
of
her
hand
luggage
was
a
bottle
with
thirty
green
pills
;
she
had
not
taken
one
for
over
six
months
,
but
she
would
have
one
on
this
airplane
if
necessary
.
It
would
certainly
be
better
than
drinking
.
She
needed
to
rest
.
The
long
wait
at
the
airport
had
left
her
nerves
jagged
.
She
had
tried
twice
to
get
Jolene
on
the
phone
,
but
there
was
no
answer
.
What
she
really
needed
was
Benny
Watts
here
with
her
.
If
she
hadn
’
t
been
such
a
fool
,
giving
back
that
money
,
taking
a
stand
on
something
she
hadn
’
t
really
cared
about
.
That
wasn
’
t
so
.
It
wasn
’
t
being
an
asshole
to
refuse
to
be
bullied
,
to
call
that
woman
’
s
bluff
.
But
she
needed
Benny
.
For
a
moment
she
let
herself
imagine
traveling
with
D
.
L
.
Townes
,
the
two
of
them
staying
together
in
Moscow
.
But
that
was
no
good
.
She
missed
Benny
,
not
Townes
.
She
missed
Benny
’
s
quick
and
sober
mind
,
his
judgment
and
tenacity
,
his
knowledge
of
chess
and
his
knowledge
of
her
.
He
would
be
in
the
seat
beside
her
,
and
they
could
talk
chess
,
and
in
Moscow
after
her
games
they
would
analyze
the
play
and
then
plan
for
the
next
opponent
.
They
would
eat
their
meals
together
in
the
hotel
,
the
way
she
had
done
with
Mrs
.
Wheatley
.
They
could
see
Moscow
,
and
whenever
they
wanted
to
they
could
make
love
at
their
hotel
.
But
Benny
was
in
New
York
,
and
she
was
in
a
dark
airplane
flying
toward
Eastern
Europe
.
By
the
time
they
came
down
through
the
heavy
clouds
and
she
had
her
first
sight
of
Russia
,
which
looked
from
above
as
much
like
Kentucky
as
anything
else
,
she
had
taken
three
of
the
pills
,
slept
fitfully
for
a
few
hours
and
was
feeling
the
glassy
-
eyed
numbness
that
she
used
to
feel
after
a
long
trip
on
a
Greyhound
bus
.
She
remembered
taking
the
pills
in
the
middle
of
the
night
.
She
had
walked
down
an
aisle
full
of
sleeping
people
to
the
rest
room
and
got
water
in
a
funny
-
looking
little
plastic
glass
.
Mr
.
Booth
did
turn
out
to
be
a
help
in
customs
.
His
Russian
was
good
,
and
he
got
her
into
the
right
booth
for
the
inspection
.
What
was
surprising
was
the
ease
of
it
all
;
a
pleasant
old
man
in
uniform
went
casually
through
her
luggage
,
opened
her
two
bags
,
poked
around
a
bit
and
closed
them
.
That
was
it
.
When
they
came
through
the
gate
,
a
limousine
from
the
embassy
was
waiting
.
They
drove
through
fields
where
men
and
women
were
working
in
early
-
morning
sunlight
,
and
at
one
place
along
the
road
she
saw
three
enormous
tractors
,
far
bigger
than
anything
she
had
seen
in
America
,
driving
slowly
across
a
field
that
stretched
as
far
as
she
could
see
.
There
was
very
little
other
traffic
on
the
road
.
The
car
started
moving
through
rows
of
six
-
and
eight
-
story
buildings
with
tiny
windows
,
and
since
it
was
a
warm
June
morning
even
under
the
gray
sky
,
people
sitting
on
the
doorsteps
.
Then
the
road
began
to
broaden
,
and
they
drove
past
a
small
green
park
and
another
large
one
and
past
some
enormous
,
newer
buildings
that
looked
as
if
they
had
been
built
to
last
forever
.
The
traffic
had
become
heavier
and
there
were
people
on
bicycles
at
one
side
of
the
road
now
and
a
great
many
pedestrians
on
the
sidewalks
.
