“We used to play chess,” he said. “I remember.”
“That’s right. We can play again, if you like.”
“I’m not sure—I don’t know if I can.”
“It’ll come back to you,” she said. “I can help. We can learn from each other.”
That’s true, he thought, and memory came welling up once again: of her voice, simple words, the shape of her ear in a darkened room—Of course we can learn from each other.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
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