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“
Manuel
’
s
all
right
,
”
Beth
said
,
“
but
he
doesn
’
t
come
by
to
see
me
.
”
“
That
’
s
irrelevant
,
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
.
“
You
need
to
relax
.
There
’
s
not
another
player
in
the
world
as
gifted
as
you
are
.
I
haven
’
t
the
remotest
idea
what
faculties
a
person
uses
in
order
to
play
chess
well
,
but
I
am
convinced
that
relaxation
can
only
improve
them
.
”
Beth
said
nothing
.
She
had
been
furious
for
several
days
.
She
did
not
like
Mexico
City
or
this
enormous
concrete
hotel
with
its
cracked
tiles
and
leaky
faucets
.
She
did
not
like
the
food
in
the
hotel
,
but
she
did
not
want
to
eat
alone
in
restaurants
.
Mrs
.
Wheatley
had
gone
out
for
lunch
and
dinner
every
day
with
Manuel
,
who
owned
a
green
Dodge
and
seemed
to
be
always
at
her
disposal
.
“
Why
don
’
t
you
have
lunch
with
us
?
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
.
“
We
can
drop
you
off
afterward
and
you
can
study
then
.
”
Beth
started
to
answer
,
when
there
was
a
knock
at
the
door
.
It
was
room
service
with
Mrs
.
Wheatley
’
s
margarita
.
Beth
signed
for
it
while
Mrs
.
Wheatley
took
a
few
thoughtful
sips
and
stared
out
the
window
at
the
sunlight
.
“
I
really
haven
’
t
been
well
lately
,
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
,
squinting
.
Beth
looked
at
her
coolly
.
Mrs
.
Wheatley
was
pale
and
clearly
overweight
.
She
held
the
glass
by
the
stem
in
one
hand
while
her
other
hand
fluttered
at
her
thick
waist
.
There
was
something
deeply
pathetic
about
her
,
and
Beth
’
s
heart
softened
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
lunch
,
”
Beth
said
,
“
but
you
can
drop
me
off
at
the
zoo
.
I
’
ll
take
a
cab
back
.
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
hardly
seemed
to
hear
,
but
after
a
moment
she
turned
to
Beth
,
still
holding
the
glass
in
the
same
way
,
and
smiled
vaguely
.
“
That
’
ll
be
nice
,
dear
,
”
she
said
.
*
*
*
Beth
spent
a
long
time
looking
at
the
Galapagos
turtles
—
big
,
lumbering
creatures
in
permanent
slow
motion
.
One
of
the
keepers
had
dumped
a
bushel
of
wet
-
looking
lettuce
and
overripe
tomatoes
into
their
pen
and
the
five
of
them
pushed
through
the
pile
as
a
group
,
munching
and
trampling
,
their
feet
like
the
dusty
feet
of
elephants
and
their
stupid
innocent
faces
intent
on
something
beyond
vision
or
food
.
