Minutes later, Myrtle and Miles were back in the car and heading away. Miles said, “Wanda must be a lot more limber than she looks. Getting off the floor isn’t easy.”
“I have to admit that there are few occasions when I need to get on the floor. I’m not at all sure I would be able to maneuver myself off it when the time came. Was the chess move worth it, at least?”
Miles muttered, “I have the terrible feeling Wanda is about to win the game.”
“Well, good for her! Poor thing hasn’t had much of a chance to win things over her life. Are you giving yourself a handicap?”
Miles sighed. “No. She’s actually really good. Or maybe her Sight is useful for playing chess somehow.”
“Maybe she can see herself winning and that gives her the confidence to keep going.”
Miles seemed ready to change th
