“But excellent chances don't pay application fees, housing deposits, or transportation.”
She rested a hand over mine.
“Claire, those boys have already accomplished something extraordinary.”
“They've worked so hard.”
“And so have you.”
I smiled because I didn't know how to answer.
Across the auditorium, Vanessa approached a group of organizers.
She introduced herself with an effortless confidence I had never possessed.
One of the organizers greeted her warmly.
“Mrs. Whitmore. Thank you again for your family's support.”
I looked away.
Of course.
The Whitmores were donors.
Daniel hadn't merely attended the event.
He was helping sponsor it.
The first round lasted ninety minutes.
When Eli and Owen emerged, both looked exhausted.
“How was it?” I asked.
Eli gave a thoughtful shrug.
“The physics section was interesting.”
Owen laughed.
“That's his way of saying question seventeen nearly killed him.”
“It was poorly worded.”
“You spent twelve minutes arguing with the wording.”
