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Like him she was lefthanded or she played chess with her left hand. The last two fingers were missing and yet he did not notice it until the game was well advanced. Finally when he took her queen she conceded and smiled her compliments and gestured at the board with a certain impatience. They were well into the second game and he had taken both knights and a bishop when she made two moves in succession which gave him pause. He studied the board. It occurred to him that she might be curious to know if he would throw the game and he realized that he had in fact already considered it and he knew she'd thought of it before he had. He sat back and looked at the board. She watched him. He leaned forward and moved his bishop and mated her in four moves.
That was foolish of me, she said. The queen's knight. That was a blunder. You play very well.
Yes mam. You play well yourself.
She pushed back the sleeve of her blouse to look at a small silver wristwatch. John Grady sat. It was two hours past his bedtime.
One more? she said.
Yes mam.
She used an opening he'd not seen before. In the end he lost his queen and conceded. She smiled and looked up at him. Carlos had entered with a tea tray and he set it on the table and she pushed aside the board and pulled the tray forward and set out the cups and saucers. There were slices of cake on a plate and a plate of crackers and several kinds of cheese and a small bowl of brown sauce with a silver spoon in it.
Do you take cream? she said.
No mam.
She nodded. She poured the tea.
I could not use that opening again with such effect, she said. I'd never seen it before.
Yes. It was invented by the Irish champion Pollock. He called it the King's Own opening. I was afraid you might know it.
I'd like to see it again some time.
Yes. Of course.
She pushed the tray forward between them. Please, she said. Help yourself.
I better not. I'll have crazy dreams eatin this late.
She smiled. She unfolded a small linen napkin from off the tray.
I've always had strange dreams. But I'm afraid they are quite independent of my dining habits.
Yes mam.
They have a long life, dreams. I have dreams now which I had as a young girl. They have an odd durability for something not quite real.
Do you think they mean anything?
She looked surprised. Oh yes, she said. Dont you?
"'ell. I dont know. They're in your head.
She smiled again. I suppose I dont consider that to be the condemnation you do. Where did you learn to play chess?
My father taught me.
He must be a very good player.
He was about the best I ever saw.
Could you not win against him?
Sometimes. He was in the war and after he come back I got to where I could beat him but I dont think his heart was in it. He dont play at all now.
That's a pity.
Yes mam. It is.
She poured their cups again.
I lost my fingers in a shooting accident, she said. Shooting live pigeons. The right barrel burst. I was seventeen. Alejandra's age. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. People are curious. It's only natural. I'm going to guess that the scar on your cheek was put there by a horse.
Yes mam. It was my own fault.
She watched him, not unkindly. She smiled. Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten, can they?
No mam.
Alejandra will be in Mexico with her mother for two weeks. Then she will be here for the summer.
He swallowed.
Whatever my appearance may suggest, I am not a particularly oldfashioned woman. Here we live in a small world. A close world. Alejandra and I disagree strongly. Quite strongly in fact. She is much like me at that age and I seem at times to be struggling with my own past self. I was unhappy as a child for reasons that are no longer important. But the thing in which we are united, my niece and I…
She broke off. She set the cup and saucer to one side. The polished wood of the table held a round shape of breath where they'd stood that diminished from the edges in and vanished. She looked up.
I had no one to advise me, you see. Perhaps I would not have listened anyway. I grew up in a world of men. I thought this would have prepared me to live in a world of men but it did not. I was also rebellious and so I recognize it in others. Yet I think that I had no wish to break things. Or perhaps only those things that wished to break me. The names of the entities that have power to constrain us change with time. Convention and authority are replaced by infirmity. But my attitude toward them has not changed. Has not changed.
You see that I ca
She made a whisking motion with the imperfect hand that was both a dismissal and a summation. She composed her hands again and looked at him.
Even though you are younger than she it is not proper for you to be seen riding in the campo together without supervision. Since this was carried to my ears I considered whether to speak to Alejandra about it and I have decided not to.
She leaned back. He could hear the clock ticking in the hall. There was no sound from the kitchen. She sat watching him.
What do you want me to do? he said.
I want you to be considerate of a young girl's reputation.
I never meant not to be.
She smiled. I believe you, she said. But you must understand. This is another country. Here a woman's reputation is all she has.
Yes mam.
There is no forgiveness, you see.
Mam?
There is no forgiveness. For women. A man may lose his honor and regain it again. But a woman ca
They sat. She watched him. He tapped the crown of his seated hat with the tips of his four fingers and looked up.
I guess I'd have to say that that dont seem right.
Right? she said. Oh. Yes. Well.
She turned one hand in the air as if reminded of something she'd misplaced. No, she said. No. It's not a matter of right. You must understand. It is a matter of who must say. In this matter I get to say. I am the one who gets to say.
The clock ticked in the hall. She sat watching him. He picked up his hat.
Well. I guess I ought to say that you didnt have to invite me over just to tell me that.
You're quite right, she said. It was because of it that I almost didnt invite you.
ON THE MESA they watched a storm that had made up to the north. At sundown a troubled light. The dark jade shapes of the lagunillas below them lay in the floor of the desert sava
They sat tailorwise on ground that shuddered under the thunder and they fed the fire out of the ruins of an old fence. Birds were coming down out of the half darkness upcountry and shearing away off the edge of the mesa and to the north the lightning stood along the rimlands like burning mandrake.
What else did she say? said Rawlins.
That was about it.
You think she was speakin for Rocha?
I dont think she speaks for anybody but her.
She thinks you got eyes for the daughter.
I do have eyes for the daughter.
You got eyes for the spread?