Thirteen Years Later, Two Blue Competition Badges Answered Every Question
Eli nodded fast and went back to writing division problems on the napkin.
The pencil tore through the thin paper.
Claire looked at Arthur.
The money problems of the weekend pressed down on her ribs.
She thought about the four-dollar styrofoam cups of coffee and the new motel room they had to book.
“The regional entry fee was two hundred dollars,” Claire said.
“The hotel cancellation cost me my entire emergency budget.
Where did you get the money for the state entry fee?”