The Golden Ticket

Silverware clattered against fine bone china, ringing out like small, sharp alarms in the stifling dining room.

Judd Tate held his fork in the air, pointing the tined end directly across the table at Damon. "This cut right here, Irene. Look at the marbling. You don’t get meat like this down at the local butcher shop. This costs more than a week of groceries back home, maybe more than our entire e