Thirteen Years Later, Two Blue Competition Badges Answered Every Question

“This one’s five nineteen for eleven.”

“This one has more chips in it.”

“That one has more air in it.”

They climbed into the back, and Owen kept the bag.

Claire folded the email and put it in her purse, on top of the envelopes.

“We drive on,” she said.

“If something’s wrong, we fix it at the desk.”

The registration hall smelled of floor wax and coffee that had been sitting since morning.