Thirteen Years Later, Two Blue Competition Badges Answered Every Question
Claire looked at the older man.
His suit jacket was slightly frayed at the cuffs.
He had driven three hours in his own car to support two public school boys.
“I’ll figure the hotel out,” Claire said.
“Thank you for getting them here.”
Arthur pressed the lever on the ice machine.
A handful of cubes rattled into the plastic bucket.
The morning sun broke through the heavy autumn clouds over the sprawling State University Conference Center.