Claire looked at the bracket lines printed in dark black ink.

Oakridge sat right next to the state’s most expensive prep school.

“Can they do that without notice?” Claire asked.

“The tournament director has full discretion over the format,” Arthur said.

He leaned heavily on the last word.

“I tried to speak with him this morning at the registration desk.

His secretary told me it was a standard administrative adjustment.”

Claire rubbed the fabric of her cardigan.