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“To tell you the truth of it, child, you are astounding.”
“You’re astonishing,” he said. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
He maintains that you are a phenomenal chess player.
She had looked up “phenomenal.” The dictionary said: “extraordinary; outstanding; remarkable.”
Mrs. Wheatley bought three copies, saying, “I just might start a scrapbook.”
The waitress who handed her a menu was dressed in a black miniskirt and fishnet hose, but she had the face of a geometry teacher.
She had three thousand dollars in her savings account; she was no longer a virgin; and she knew how to drink.
avec deux parties seulement.”
She put it on the nightstand with a Chess Informant over it to keep the alcohol from evaporating,
its dazzling brain.
You need to get that puffy look out of you before you make any more plans.”
“You’ve got to get your ass moving, girl,” Jolene said. “You got to quit sitting in your own funk.”
“Honi soit qui mal y pense,”
I’d give my ass to play tennis the way you play chess.”
When she came to the place where she had offered him her bishop she would say zap! aloud, or pow! It was wonderful.
And she had worked out with Jolene for five months in Lexington.
“I resign with relief.”
“You are a marvel, my dear. I may have just played the best chess player of my life.”
She would play the Queen’s Gambit.
