I still played chess alone. But this time Mom didn't try and ship me off to the Jewish center for doing it. Believe me she tried, but Mendel stopped her.
By alone, I mean I pretended that any second Whizzer was going to walk through the door, sit down across from me, and start playing. I would wait a few minutes and start without him, my vision blurred by tear-filled eyes.
It was a bit challenging to play with one of the kings missing. The chess piece and my opponent. I still let Whizzer win.
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