As he opened it, a bright yellow paper slipped out from behind his cash and fell onto the table right next to his iced tea.

Mark’s hand moved incredibly fast.

He snatched the yellow paper off the Formica and shoved it deep into his inside jacket pocket.

He adjusted his gold wristwatch.

The metal caught the overhead diner lights.

“I assure you, Arthur, Emma has everything she needs.”

“I just want to see the school fee schedule,” I said.

“Just to understand the new rates.”