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“
Sorry
,
”
she
said
.
She
reached
out
to
start
it
,
almost
knocked
it
over
but
caught
it
in
time
.
“
Sorry
,
”
she
said
again
,
almost
inaudibly
.
She
pressed
the
button
and
his
clock
started
ticking
.
She
looked
down
at
the
board
,
her
cheeks
burning
.
He
played
pawn
to
king
four
,
and
she
replied
with
the
Sicilian
.
He
continued
with
book
moves
and
she
followed
with
the
Dragon
variation
.
They
traded
pawns
in
the
center
.
Gradually
she
got
her
composure
back
,
playing
these
mechanical
moves
,
and
she
looked
across
the
board
at
him
.
He
was
attentive
to
the
pieces
,
scowling
.
But
even
with
a
scowl
on
his
face
and
his
hair
slightly
mussed
he
was
handsome
.
Something
in
Beth
’
s
stomach
felt
strange
as
she
looked
at
him
,
with
his
broad
shoulders
and
clear
complexion
and
his
brow
wrinkled
in
concentration
.
He
surprised
her
by
bringing
his
queen
out
.
It
was
a
bold
move
,
and
she
studied
it
for
a
while
and
saw
that
there
wasn
’
t
any
weakness
to
it
.
She
brought
out
her
own
queen
.
He
moved
a
knight
to
the
fifth
rank
,
and
Beth
moved
a
knight
to
the
fifth
rank
.
He
checked
with
a
bishop
,
and
she
defended
with
a
pawn
.
He
retreated
the
bishop
.
She
was
feeling
light
now
,
and
her
fingers
with
the
pieces
were
nimble
.
Both
players
began
moving
fast
but
easily
.
She
gave
a
non
-
threatening
check
to
his
king
,
and
he
pulled
away
delicately
and
began
advancing
pawns
.
She
stopped
that
handily
with
a
pin
and
then
feinted
on
the
queenside
with
a
rook
.
He
was
undeceived
by
the
feint
and
,
smiling
,
removed
her
pin
,
and
on
his
next
move
continued
the
pawn
advances
.
She
retreated
,
hiding
her
king
in
a
queenside
castle
.
She
felt
somehow
spacious
and
amused
,
yet
her
face
remained
serious
.
They
continued
their
dance
.
It
made
her
sad
in
a
way
when
she
eventually
saw
how
to
beat
him
.
It
was
after
the
nineteenth
move
,
and
she
felt
herself
resisting
it
as
it
opened
up
in
her
mind
,
hating
to
let
go
of
the
pleasant
ballet
they
had
danced
together
.
But
there
it
was
:
four
moves
and
he
would
have
to
lose
a
rook
or
worse
.
She
hesitated
and
made
the
first
move
of
the
sequence
.
He
didn
’
t
see
what
was
happening
until
two
moves
later
,
when
he
frowned
suddenly
and
said
,
“
Jesus
Christ
,
Harmon
,
I
’
m
going
to
drop
a
rook
!
”
She
loved
his
voice
;
she
loved
the
way
he
said
it
.
He
shook
his
head
in
mock
bafflement
;
she
loved
that
.
Some
players
who
had
finished
their
game
early
had
gathered
around
the
board
,
and
a
couple
were
whispering
about
the
maneuver
Beth
had
brought
off
.
Townes
went
on
playing
for
five
more
moves
,
and
Beth
felt
genuinely
sorry
for
him
when
he
resigned
,
tipping
his
king
over
and
saying
“
Damn
!
”
But
he
stood
up
,
stretched
and
smiled
down
at
her
.
“
You
’
re
one
hell
of
a
chess
player
,
Harmon
,
”
he
said
.
“
How
old
are
you
?
”
“
Thirteen
.
”
He
whistled
.
“
Where
do
you
go
to
school
?
”
