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Beth
’
s
next
game
was
with
a
small
and
bristly
man
named
Cooke
;
his
rating
was
1520
.
She
printed
it
in
at
the
top
of
the
score
sheet
by
Board
Thirteen
:
“
Harmon
—
Unr
:
Cooke
–
1520
.
”
It
was
her
turn
to
play
white
.
She
moved
pawn
to
queen
four
and
pressed
Cooke
’
s
clock
,
and
he
moved
instantly
with
pawn
to
queen
four
.
He
seemed
wound
up
very
tight
and
his
eyes
kept
glancing
around
the
room
.
He
couldn
’
t
sit
still
in
his
chair
.
Beth
played
fast
too
,
picking
up
some
of
his
impatience
.
In
five
minutes
they
had
both
developed
their
pieces
,
and
Cooke
started
an
attack
on
her
queenside
.
She
decided
to
ignore
it
and
advanced
a
knight
.
He
hastily
pushed
a
pawn
up
,
and
she
saw
with
surprise
that
she
could
not
take
the
pawn
without
risking
a
nasty
double
attack
.
She
hesitated
.
Cooke
was
pretty
good
.
The
1500
rating
must
mean
something
,
after
all
.
He
was
better
than
Mr
.
Shaibel
or
Mr
.
Ganz
,
and
he
looked
a
little
scary
with
his
impatience
.
She
slid
her
rook
to
the
bishop
’
s
home
square
,
putting
it
below
the
oncoming
pawn
.
Cooke
surprised
her
.
He
picked
up
his
queen
bishop
and
took
one
of
the
pawns
next
to
her
king
with
it
,
checking
her
and
sacrificing
the
piece
.
She
stared
at
the
board
,
suddenly
unsure
for
a
moment
.
What
was
he
up
to
?
Then
she
saw
it
.
If
she
took
,
he
checked
again
with
a
knight
and
picked
off
a
bishop
.
It
would
win
him
the
pawn
and
bring
her
king
out
.
Her
stomach
was
tight
for
a
moment
;
she
did
not
like
being
surprised
.
It
took
her
a
minute
to
see
what
to
do
.
She
moved
the
king
over
but
did
not
take
the
bishop
.
Cooke
brought
the
knight
down
anyway
.
Beth
traded
the
pawns
over
on
the
other
side
and
opened
the
file
for
her
rook
.
Cooke
kept
nagging
her
king
with
complications
.
She
could
see
now
that
there
was
really
no
danger
yet
if
she
didn
’
t
let
it
bluff
her
.
She
brought
the
rook
out
,
and
then
doubled
up
with
her
queen
.
She
liked
that
arrangement
;
it
looked
to
her
imagination
like
two
cannons
,
lined
up
and
ready
to
fire
.
In
three
moves
she
was
able
to
fire
them
.
Cooke
seemed
obsessed
with
the
maneuvers
he
was
setting
up
against
her
king
and
blind
to
what
Beth
was
really
doing
.
His
moves
were
interesting
,
but
she
saw
they
had
no
solidity
because
he
wasn
’
t
taking
in
the
whole
board
.
If
she
had
been
playing
only
to
avoid
checkmate
,
he
would
have
had
her
by
the
fourth
move
after
his
first
check
with
the
bishop
.
But
she
nailed
him
on
the
third
.
She
felt
the
blood
rushing
into
her
face
as
she
saw
the
way
to
fire
her
rook
.
She
took
her
queen
and
brought
it
all
the
way
to
the
last
rank
,
offering
it
to
the
black
rook
that
sat
back
there
,
not
yet
moved
.
Cooke
stopped
his
squirming
for
a
moment
and
looked
at
her
face
.
She
looked
back
at
him
.
Then
he
studied
the
position
,
and
studied
it
.
Finally
he
reached
out
and
took
her
queen
with
his
rook
.
Something
in
Beth
wanted
to
jump
and
shout
.
But
she
held
herself
back
,
reached
out
,
pushed
her
bishop
over
one
square
and
quietly
said
,
“
Check
.
”
Cooke
started
to
move
his
king
and
stopped
.
Suddenly
he
saw
what
was
going
to
happen
:
he
was
going
to
lose
his
queen
and
that
rook
he
had
just
captured
with
,
too
.
He
looked
at
her
.
She
sat
there
impassively
.
Cooke
turned
his
attention
to
the
board
and
studied
it
for
several
minutes
,
squirming
in
his
seat
and
scowling
.
Then
he
looked
back
to
Beth
and
said
,
“
Draw
?
”
Beth
shook
her
head
.
Cooke
scowled
again
.
“
You
got
me
.
I
resign
.
”
He
stood
up
and
held
out
his
hand
.
“
I
didn
’
t
see
that
coming
at
all
.
”
His
smile
was
surprisingly
warm
.
