"Which is? He asked and paused to hear what cure she would suggest was best for a sick mind.
"Merriness. Checkmate!" She exclaimed and clamped the palms of her hands together and, with a well-dressed smile, she looked at him again to make him feel the pain of losing.
"s**t!" He shrieked in disappointment and not in anger. That happened to be the first time he had lost a game to another chess player since the death of Mrs Green Parton, an old woman who helped him survive after he was separated from his little sister. Late Mrs Green thought about him so much before her death and she used chess in virtually all the classes she held for him. She was the best so far and now, he was gradually yielding to the notion that Martina must be something more than just a lecturer and a couch.
"Feeli
