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Outside
in
the
sunshine
she
walked
a
block
with
the
paper
under
her
arm
.
At
the
first
corner
she
stopped
,
took
out
the
magazine
and
slipped
it
under
the
waistband
of
her
skirt
,
covering
it
with
her
robbin
’
s
-
egg
-
blue
sweater
,
made
of
reprocessed
wool
and
bought
at
Ben
Snyder
’
s
.
She
pulled
the
sweater
down
loosely
over
the
magazine
and
dropped
the
newspaper
into
the
corner
trash
can
.
Walking
home
with
the
folded
magazine
tucked
securely
against
her
flat
belly
she
thought
again
about
that
rook
move
Morphy
hadn
’
t
made
.
The
magazine
said
Morphy
was
“
perhaps
the
most
brilliant
player
in
the
history
of
the
game
.
”
The
rook
could
come
to
bishop
seven
,
and
Black
had
better
not
take
it
with
his
knight
because
…
She
stopped
,
halfway
down
the
block
.
A
dog
was
barking
somewhere
,
and
across
the
street
from
her
on
a
well
-
mowed
lawn
two
small
boys
were
loudly
playing
tag
.
After
the
second
pawn
moved
to
king
knight
five
,
then
the
remaining
rook
could
slide
over
,
and
if
the
black
player
took
the
pawn
,
the
bishop
could
uncover
,
and
if
he
didn
’
t
…
She
closed
her
eyes
.
If
he
didn
’
t
capture
it
,
Morphy
could
force
a
mate
in
two
,
starting
with
the
bishop
sacrificing
itself
with
a
check
.
If
he
did
take
it
,
the
white
pawn
moved
again
,
and
then
the
bishop
went
the
other
way
and
there
was
nothing
Black
could
do
.
There
it
was
.
One
of
the
little
boys
across
the
street
began
crying
.
There
was
nothing
Black
could
do
.
The
game
would
be
over
in
twenty
-
nine
moves
at
least
.
The
way
it
was
in
the
book
,
it
had
taken
Paul
Morphy
thirty
-
six
moves
to
win
.
He
hadn
’
t
seen
the
move
with
the
rook
.
But
she
had
.
Overhead
the
sun
shone
in
a
blank
blue
sky
.
The
dog
continued
barking
.
The
child
wailed
.
Beth
walked
slowly
home
and
replayed
the
game
.
Her
mind
was
as
lucid
as
a
perfect
,
stunning
diamond
.
*
*
*
“
Allston
should
have
returned
weeks
ago
,
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
was
saying
.
She
was
sitting
up
in
bed
,
with
a
crossword
-
puzzle
magazine
beside
her
and
a
little
TV
set
on
the
dresser
with
the
sound
turned
down
.
Beth
had
just
brought
her
a
cup
of
instant
coffee
from
the
kitchen
.
Mrs
.
Wheatley
was
wearing
her
pink
robe
and
her
face
was
covered
with
powder
.
“
Will
he
be
back
soon
?
”
Beth
said
.
She
didn
’
t
really
want
to
talk
with
Mrs
.
Wheatley
;
she
wanted
to
get
back
to
Chess
Review
.
“
He
has
been
unavoidably
detained
,
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
.
