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Chapter 12
HarryBeltikhadlefthisrazorinthebathroom;shouldshemailitback?Themilkhadgonesourandthebutterwasold.Thefreezerwasfulloficecrystalswithastackofoldfrozenchickendinnersstuckintheback.Thebedroomrugwasdusty,andthewindowshadfingerprintsontheglassandgritonthesills.
BethshooktheconfusionoutofherheadaswellasshecouldandmadeanappointmentwithRobertaforahaircutattwo.Shewouldaskwheretofindacleaningwomanforafewweeks.ShewouldgotoMorris’s,ordersomechessbooks,andhavelunchatToby’s.
Butherusualclerkwasn’tatMorris’sthatday,andthewomanwhohadreplacedhimknewnothingaboutorderingchessbooks.BethmanagedtogethertofindacatalogueandorderedthreeontheSicilianDefense.SheneededgamebooksfromgrandmastermatchesandChessInformants.Butshedidn’tknowwhichYugoslavpresspublishedChessInformant,andneitherdidthenewclerk.Itwasinfuriating.SheneededalibraryasgoodasBenny’s.Better.Thinkingofthis,shefinallyrealizedangrilythatshecouldgobacktoNewYorkandforgetallthisconfusionandcontinuewithBennyfromwhereshehadleftoff.ButwhatcouldBennyteachhernow?WhatcouldanyAmericanteachher?Shehadmovedpastthemall.Shewasonherown.ShewouldhavetobridgethegapherselfthatseparatedAmericanchessfromRussian.
AtToby’stheheadwaiterknewherandputheratagoodtablenearthefront.Sheorderedaspergesvinaigretteforanappetizerandtoldthewaitershewouldhavethatbeforeorderingamaincourse.