Chapter Twenty-Five
On the first of December, we were on the outskirts of Baltimore, entering Bay Stream Military Academy in the middle of a snowstorm.
Since chess isn’t really a spectator sport, only the twenty players, plus Miss Pompeii and Elvira Gulch, were on the bus.
Two days before our scheduled departure for Bay Stream, the bus driver was hospitalized with a severe concussion. The injury was reported to have been incurred during a domestic disturbance. His wife apparently ended the augment when she tossed him through the screen door, where he tumbled down five concrete steps and landed on his head.
Since we’d rented the bus, but no driver, Mr. Frazer volunteered to drive the bus to Bay Stream.
After Mr. Frazer parked the bus in the Bay Stream parking lot, Miss Pompeii walked a
