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Chapter 6
Thatafternoon,atBoardFour,shecrushedthedefensesofaseriousyoungmanfromNewYork,playingtheKing’sGambitandsacrificingthebishopthewayPaulMorphyhaddone.
BennyWattswasinhistwenties,buthelookednearlyasyoungasBeth.Hewasnotmuchtaller,either.Bethsawhimfromtimetotimeduringthetournament.HestartedatBoardOneandstayedthere;peoplesaidhewasthebestAmericanplayersinceMorphy.BethstoodnearhimonceattheCokemachine,buttheydidnotspeak.Hewastalkingtoanothermaleplayerandsmilingalot;theywereamiablydebatingthevirtuesoftheSemi-Slavdefense.BethhadmadeastudyoftheSemi-Slavafewdaysbefore,andshehadagooddealtosayaboutit,butsheremainedsilent,gotherCokeandwalkedaway.Listeningtothetwoofthem,shehadfeltsomethingunpleasantandfamiliar:thesensethatchesswasathingbetweenmen,andshewasanoutsider.Shehatedthefeeling.
Wattswaswearingawhiteshirtopenatthecollar,withthesleevesrolledup.Hisfacewasbothcheerfulandsly.Withhisflatstraw-coloredhairhelookedasAmericanasHuckleberryFinn,yettherewassomethinguntrustworthyabouthiseyes.He,too,hadbeenachildprodigyandthat,besidesthefactthathewasChampion,madeBethuneasy.SherememberedaWattsgamebookwithadrawagainstBorstmannandacaptionreading“Copenhagen:1948.”ThatmeantBennyhadbeeneightyearsold—theageBethwaswhenshewasplayingMr.Shaibelinthebasement.