Blocking their way wasn't a person.
It was a large gate, with a sign saying "Bayberry Ridge Resort Toll Station."
Arlo Yarbrough walked up to the toll station.
A young girl inside glanced out at him.
"Three tickets? That'll be three hundred."
Arlo Yarbrough waved his hand and said, "Sorry, may I ask, why is there a charge for Bayberry Ridge now?"
The girl rolled her eyes at Arlo Yarbrough.
She said, "It's become a resort, of course there's a charge. Do you expect it to be free?"
"What kind of talk is that? We're here to visit a grave. What do you mean by saying it's free?"
"Visiting a grave? What grave? What kind of grave can you visit in a resort? If you don't buy a ticket, don't block the way. Move aside."
The girl said disdainfully.
Arlo Yarbrough was about to get angry.
Dirk Carter stopped him.
He took out three hundred-dollar bills and handed them over, saying, "We'll buy the tickets."
The girl tossed three tickets back to them.
Three adults and a child.
