“But remember, in chess, as in life, the game goes on until the last piece falls. Your father, like a good king in the game, may have left the board, but he played his part, setting up the pieces for you to continue.”
As they continued their game, the setting sun cast long shadows across the park, and Jennifer decided to come here every day. ***
One day, when they started their game, Jennifer noticed Tom seemed more distracted than usual.
He hesitated longer over his moves, and his brow was furrowed in thought. “Jennifer,” Tom began, “I find myself in a bit of a tight spot. I hate to ask, but I need to borrow some money.
It’s not much, just enough to do something important for me.”
Jennifer paused, her hand hovering over a knight. She looked up, meeting Tom’s eyes. “How much do you need?” Jennifer asked.
“50 dollars,” Tom replied, the words coming out quickly, as if he wanted to get them over with as soon as possible. Without hesitation, she reached into her purse and pulled out a fifty-dollar bill. She handed it to him across the chessboard.
“Here, take this. And don’t worry about returning it soon. Pay me back whenever you can,” she said warmly, trying to comfort him.
Tom took the money, his hands shaking slightly as he accepted the bill. “Thank you, Jennifer. I truly appreciate this.
I promise I’ll return it as soon as I’m able.”
Tom smiled across the chessboard, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. “You’re very kind, Jennifer. It’s rare to find such generosity these days.”
The game ended with Jennifer as the winner, but the score seemed unimportant now.
They packed up the chess pieces together, chatting lightly about the park, the weather, and their plans for the coming days. ***
The following day, Jennifer arrived at the park earlier than usual and stepped quickly in anticipation of another chess game with Tom. But as she approached the familiar chess table, she noticed the gentle, stooped figure of Tom absent.
The chessboard lay untouched. “Oh no, where could he be?” Jennifer muttered to herself, a knot of worry forming in her stomach. “Did he just run off with it?
Was he just a scammer after all?” she thought. Jennifer sighed and sat at the table, resting her elbows on the cold concrete, her eyes caught a glimpse of something unusual. A corner of a sheet of paper peeked out from under the chessboard.
Jennifer pulled it out and unfolded it, her breath catching as she took the contents.
