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Chapter 9
Therewasaburningsensationinherstomach,andhereyeswerewideopeninthedarkroomasthoughlookingforlight.Therewasapowerfulacheatthebackofherneck.Shereachedover,foundthebottleandtookmoretranquilizers.Eventuallyshewenttosleepagain.
Sheawokethenextmorningwithacrushingheadacheandadeterminationtogetonwithhercareer.Mrs.Wheatleywasdead.HarryBeltikwasgone.TheU.S.Championshipwasinthreeweeks;shehadbeeninvitedtoitbeforegoingtoMexico,andifshewasgoingtowinit,shewasgoingtohavetobeatBennyWatts.Whilehercoffeewaspercolatinginthekitchen,shepouredouttheleftoverburgundyfromthenightbefore,threwawaytheemptybottleandfoundtwobooksshehadorderedfromMorris’sthedaytheinvitationhadcome.OnewasthegamerecordfromthelastU.S.ChampionshipandtheotherwascalledBennyWatts:MyFiftyBestGamesofChess.OnitsdustjacketwasablowupofBenny’sHuckleberryFinnface.Seeingitnow,shewincedatthememoryoflosing,atherdamnfoolattempttodoublehispawns.Shegotherselfacupofcoffeeandopenedthebook,forgettingherhangover.
Bynoonshehadanalyzedsixofthegamesandwasgettinghungry.Therewasalittlerestauranttwoblocksaway,thekindofplacethathasliverandonionsonthemenuanddisplaycardsofcigarettelightersatthecashier’sstand.Shebroughtthebookwithherandwentovertwomoregameswhileeatingherhamburgerandhomefries.Whenthelemoncustardcameandwastoothickandsweettoeat,shefeltasuddenpangoflongingforMrs.
