“You can’t do that,” Claire said.

“The registration is fully paid,” Arthur said.

“We aren’t leaving this town until the final round.”

At a quarter to eight, Claire stood up from the booth.

She picked up the green paper check from the edge of the table.

She walked to the front counter.

The big cash register sat next to a rotating glass pie case.

The waitress in the pink apron walked over and took the check.