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Chapter 13
TherewerepeoplewaitingwitholdcopiesofChessReview,wantinghertoautographherpictureonthecover.Otherswantedhertosigntheirprogramsorjustsheetsofpaper.
Whileshewassigningoneofthemagazines,shelookedforamomentattheblack-and-whitephotographofherselfholdingthebigtrophyinOhio,withBennyandBarnesandafewothersoutoffocusinthebackground.Herfacelookedtiredandplain,andsherecalledwithasuddenrememberedshamethatthemagazinehadsatwithitstanmailingcoverinastackonthecobbler’sbenchforamonthbeforeshehadopeneditandfoundherpicture.Someonethrustanothercopyathertosign,andsheshookoffthememory.Sheautographedherwayoutofthecrowdedroomandthroughyetanothercrowdthatwaswaitingoutsidethedoor,fillingthespacebetweenherplayingareaandtheballroomwheretherestofthetournamentwasstillinprogress.Twodirectorsweretryingtohushthecrowdtoavoiddisturbingtheothergamesasshecamethrough.Someoftheplayerslookedupfromtheirboardsangrilyandfrownedinherdirection.Itwasexhilaratingandfrightening,havingallthesepeoplepressednearher,pushinguptoherwithadmiration.Oneofthewomenwhohadgotherautographsaid,“Idon’tknowathingaboutchess,dear,butI’mthrilledforyou,”andamiddle-agedmaninsistedonshakingherhand,saying,“You’rethebestthingforthegamesinceCapablanca.”
“Thanks,”shesaid.“Iwishitwereaseasyforme.”Maybeitis,shethought.Herbrainseemedtobeallright.Maybeshehadn’truinedit.