Thirteen Years Later, Two Blue Competition Badges Answered Every Question

Her knuckles went pink with it.

The heater had rattled all weekend.

It rattled now.

She reached for the dial and left it alone.

At the ramp she pulled onto the shoulder, and Arthur woke and gathered his briefcase off his lap.

“Twenty-two years,” he said.

“I’ve had a lot of teams.”

“You sold a coin collection for mine.”