“Arthur submitted our paperwork in October,” Claire said.

“Arthur.” Vanessa clipped the name off with a small laugh.

“The public school coach with the ancient station wagon.”

Claire rubbed her thumb over the hem of her cardigan again.

“He’s a very good coach,” Claire said.

“I’m sure he does his best with limited resources,” Vanessa said.

She pushed the styrofoam cup across the small marble table toward Claire.

“Drink your coffee, Claire.