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“
Sure
,
”
Packer
said
,
“
sure
.
Beat
his
ass
,
will
you
?
Just
beat
his
ass
.
”
Suddenly
Beth
grinned
.
“
Okay
,
”
she
said
.
When
she
got
back
she
saw
that
Goldmann
had
moved
,
and
her
clock
was
ticking
.
He
sat
there
in
his
dark
suit
looking
bored
.
She
felt
refreshed
and
ready
.
She
seated
herself
and
put
everything
out
of
her
mind
except
the
sixty
-
four
squares
in
front
of
her
.
After
a
minute
she
saw
that
if
she
attacked
on
both
flanks
simultaneously
,
as
Morphy
did
sometimes
,
Goldmann
would
have
difficulty
playing
it
safe
.
She
played
pawn
to
queen
rook
four
.
It
worked
.
After
five
moves
she
had
opened
his
king
up
a
little
,
and
after
three
more
she
was
at
his
throat
.
She
paid
no
attention
to
Goldmann
himself
or
to
the
crowd
or
to
the
feeling
in
her
lower
abdomen
or
the
sweat
that
had
broken
out
on
her
brow
.
She
played
against
the
board
only
,
with
lines
of
force
etched
for
her
into
its
surface
:
the
small
stubborn
fields
for
the
pawns
,
the
enormous
one
for
the
queen
,
the
gradations
in
between
.
Just
before
his
clock
was
about
to
run
out
she
checkmated
him
.
When
she
circled
her
name
on
the
score
sheet
she
looked
again
at
the
number
of
Goldmann
’
s
rating
.
It
was
1997
.
People
were
applauding
.
She
went
directly
to
the
girls
’
room
and
discovered
that
she
had
begun
to
menstruate
.
For
a
moment
she
felt
,
looking
at
the
redness
in
the
water
below
her
,
as
though
something
catastrophic
had
happened
.
Had
she
bled
on
the
chair
at
Board
Three
?
Were
the
people
there
staring
at
the
stains
of
her
blood
?
But
she
saw
with
relief
that
her
cotton
panties
were
barely
spotted
.
She
thought
abruptly
of
Jolene
.
If
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
Jolene
,
she
would
have
had
no
idea
what
was
happening
.
No
one
else
had
said
a
word
about
this
—
certainly
not
Mrs
.
Wheatley
.
She
felt
a
sudden
warmth
for
Jolene
,
remembering
that
Jolene
had
also
told
her
what
to
do
“
in
an
emergency
.
”
Beth
began
pulling
a
long
sheet
from
the
roll
of
toilet
paper
and
folding
it
into
a
tightly
packed
rectangle
.
The
pain
in
her
abdomen
had
eased
.
She
was
menstruating
,
and
she
had
just
beaten
Goldmann
:
1997
.
She
put
the
folded
paper
into
her
panties
,
pulled
them
up
tight
,
straightened
her
skirt
and
walked
confidently
back
into
the
playing
area
.
*
*
*
Beth
had
seen
Sizemore
before
;
he
was
a
small
,
ugly
,
thin
-
faced
man
who
smoked
cigarettes
continuously
.
Someone
had
told
her
he
was
State
Champion
before
Beltik
.
Beth
would
play
him
on
Board
Two
in
the
room
with
the
sign
reading
“
Top
Boards
.
”
Sizemore
wasn
’
t
there
yet
,
but
next
to
her
,
at
Board
One
,
Beltik
was
facing
in
her
direction
.
Beth
looked
at
him
and
then
looked
away
.
It
was
a
few
minutes
before
three
.
The
lights
in
this
smaller
room
—
bare
bulbs
under
a
metal
protection
basket
—
seemed
brighter
than
those
in
the
big
room
,
brighter
than
they
had
been
in
the
morning
,
and
for
a
moment
the
shine
on
the
varnished
floor
with
its
painted
red
lines
was
blinding
.
