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Sizemore
came
in
,
combing
his
hair
in
a
nervous
,
quick
way
.
A
cigarette
hung
from
his
thin
lips
.
As
he
pulled
his
chair
back
,
Beth
felt
herself
becoming
very
tight
.
“
Ready
?
”
Sizemore
asked
gruffly
,
slipping
the
comb
into
his
shirt
pocket
.
“
Yes
,
”
she
said
and
punched
his
clock
.
He
played
pawn
to
king
four
and
then
pulled
out
his
comb
and
started
biting
on
it
the
way
a
person
bites
on
the
eraser
end
of
a
pencil
.
Beth
played
pawn
to
queen
bishop
four
.
By
the
middle
game
Sizemore
had
begun
combing
his
hair
after
each
move
.
He
hardly
ever
looked
at
Beth
but
concentrated
on
the
board
,
wriggling
in
his
seat
sometimes
as
he
combed
and
parted
and
reparted
his
hair
.
The
game
was
even
,
and
there
were
no
weaknesses
on
either
side
.
There
was
nothing
to
do
but
find
the
best
squares
for
her
knights
and
bishops
and
wait
.
She
would
move
,
write
the
move
down
on
her
score
sheet
and
sit
back
in
her
chair
.
After
a
while
a
crowd
began
to
gather
at
the
ropes
.
She
glanced
at
them
from
time
to
time
.
There
were
more
people
watching
her
play
than
watching
Beltik
.
She
kept
looking
at
the
board
,
waiting
for
something
to
open
up
.
Once
when
she
looked
up
she
saw
Annette
Packer
standing
at
the
back
.
Packer
smiled
and
Beth
nodded
to
her
.
Back
at
the
board
,
Sizemore
brought
a
knight
to
queen
five
,
posting
it
in
the
best
place
for
a
knight
.
Beth
frowned
;
she
couldn
’
t
dislodge
it
.
The
pieces
were
thick
in
the
middle
of
the
board
and
for
a
moment
she
lost
the
sense
of
them
.
There
were
occasional
twinges
in
her
abdomen
.
She
could
feel
the
thick
batch
of
paper
between
her
thighs
.
She
adjusted
herself
in
her
chair
and
squinted
at
the
board
.
This
wasn
’
t
good
.
Sizemore
was
creeping
up
on
her
.
She
looked
at
his
face
.
He
had
put
away
his
comb
and
was
looking
at
the
pieces
in
front
of
him
with
satisfaction
.
Beth
leaned
over
the
table
,
digging
her
fists
into
her
cheeks
,
and
tried
to
penetrate
the
position
.
Some
people
in
the
crowd
were
whispering
.
With
an
effort
she
drove
distractions
from
her
mind
.
It
was
time
to
fight
back
.
If
she
moved
the
knight
on
the
left
…
No
.
If
she
opened
the
long
diagonal
for
her
white
bishop
…
That
was
it
.
She
pushed
the
pawn
up
,
and
the
bishop
’
s
power
was
tripled
.
The
picture
started
to
become
clearer
.
She
leaned
back
in
her
seat
and
took
a
deep
breath
.
During
the
next
five
moves
Sizemore
kept
bringing
pieces
up
,
but
Beth
,
seeing
the
limits
to
what
he
could
do
to
her
,
kept
her
attention
focused
on
the
far
left
-
hand
corner
of
the
board
,
on
Sizemore
’
s
queenside
;
when
the
time
came
she
brought
her
bishop
down
in
the
middle
of
his
clustered
pieces
there
,
setting
it
on
his
knight
two
square
.
From
where
it
sat
now
,
two
of
his
pieces
could
capture
it
,
but
if
either
did
,
he
would
be
in
trouble
.
She
looked
at
him
.
He
had
taken
out
his
comb
again
and
was
running
it
through
his
hair
.
His
clock
was
ticking
.
It
took
him
fifteen
minutes
to
make
the
move
,
and
when
he
did
it
was
a
shock
.
He
took
the
bishop
with
his
rook
.
Didn
’
t
he
know
he
was
a
fool
to
move
the
rook
off
the
back
rank
?
Couldn
’
t
he
see
that
?
She
looked
back
at
the
board
,
double
-
checked
the
position
and
brought
out
her
queen
.
