Ход королевы
Chapter 7
Duringthefirsthourthemusichadbeensoloudthatconversationwasimpossible,butwhenthelastrecordendednoonereplacedit.Thediskonthehi-fiagainstthefarwallwasstillturning,andshecouldseethelittleredlightsontheamplifier.Shehopednoonewouldnoticeandplayanotherrecord.
Timeasedhimselfbackdownnexttoherwithasigh.“IusedtoplayMonopolyalot.”
“I’veneverplayedthat.”
“Itmakesyouaslaveofcapitalism.Istilldreamaboutbigbucks.”
Bethlaughed.Thejointhadcomebackherway,andshehelditbetweenherfingertipsandgotwhatshecouldfromitbeforepassingittoTim.“WhyareyoutakingRussian,”shesaid,“ifyou’reaslaveofcapitalism?”Shetookanotherswallowofbeer.
“You’vegotniceboobs,”hesaidandtookadrag.“Weneedanotherjoint,”heannouncedtothegroupatlarge.HeturnedbacktoBeth.“IwantedtoreadDostoevskyintheoriginal.”
Shefinishedherbeer.Somebodyproducedanotherjointandbegansendingitaround.Therewereadozenpeopleintheroom.They’dhadtheirfirstexamintheeveningclass,andBethhadbeeninvitedtothepartyafterward.WiththebeerandmarijuanaandtalkingtoTim,whoseemedveryeasytotalkto,shefeltbetter.Whenthejointcameupagain,shetookalongdragonit,andthenanother.Someoneputonarecord.Themusicsoundedmuchbetter,andtheloudnessdidn’tbotherhernow.
Suddenlyshestoodup.“Ioughttocallhome,”shesaid.
“Inthebedroom,throughthekitchen.”
Inthekitchensheopenedanotherbeer.
