A teenage Claire, on the other hand, had loved stadiums. Not baseball, but the places themselves—modern-day amphitheaters, the pleasure palaces of their times is what she always said. They were where the rigid class structure that existed everywhere else dissolved like the blue and pink cotton candy that bobbed through the crowds. Never mind that while Reed and the others baked under a hot sun, barely able to see if there were players on the field, Claire had access to season tickets in an air-conditioned VIP box with all the champagne and high-class finger food she could want.
