“You should eat something before eight,” Arthur said.

“There’s a place across the street that does eggs all day.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You’ll be hungry at four o’clock when the scores go up.”

“Are we staying?” Owen asked.

Claire looked up at the silver letters until her neck began to ache, and did not answer him.

The fluorescent lights of the registration hall buzzed above her head.

Claire turned away from the banner and walked out through the glass doors.