“One hundred nineteen a night.

Two nights, plus tax.”

She did the arithmetic on the back of the deposit slip, twice.

“I’ll take it.”

At home she got the permission slip out of the folder with the birth certificates.

Two lines for a parent’s signature, and a note from Arthur clipped to the top in his small, square handwriting: copies attached.

Claire found a pen that still had a cap on it.

She wrote the date.