96. As seemingly random in its recall and inclined to playing benign tricks as the mind often deigns to do, Sheila found herself quite
effortlessly reminiscing over an incidental RHP chess game (with an overlooked rook/queen fork) played long ago. And for a moment
became almost oblivious to the swirling 76" pixil nightmare and to Natasha's foreboding presence. A fork! Yet not a knight in sight.