Cheryl led me into her father’s sitting room then melted into the background.
I hated playing chess with Mr. West. He was a surly man who beat me every time. I don’t know why I bothered.
Cheryl had asked me to play as an act of kindness to an invalid, though her father didn’t want for company. The invitation took me by surprise. I didn’t know Cheryl, having only seen her from a distance.
As usual, Cheryl appeared and sat on the floor once the game started.
Studying the board, I caught Cheryl’s eye.
I suddenly understood why I came.
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