“Knight to g4.”
Fuzz Bear’s mechanical arm gestured to the board, and Melissa dutifully executed the move he had requested, placing the black knight on the appropriate square…where it could threaten the vulnerable f2 square. And with a bishop positioned on c5, Fuzz Bear was ready to begin a dangerous attack. She shouldn’t have moved her rook off the f-file.
Melissa was lying on her soft, pink bedspread, her elbows digging into the mattress, her chin resting on the heels of her hands. “You think you’ve got me, don’t you?”
Her room in Della’s house had pink walls and a window that looked out on a line of bushes that separated her mother’s yard from the next one over. The mirror over her white, duroplastic dresser reflected the back of Fuzz Bear’s head.
The big teddy sat at the foot of he
