Claire rubbed the fabric of her worn cardigan.

Her fingers pressed into the frayed yarn near the buttons.

“They moved Eli and Owen to the hardest bracket to knock them out early.

Vanessa has the schedule.”

Arthur popped the brass latches of his briefcase.

The metallic clicks echoed in the car.

He reached inside and pulled out a thick stack of stapled paper.

“I always keep a printed copy of the state bylaws in my briefcase,” Arthur said.