"She'd like them, you think?"
"Of course she would. They're beautiful."
"I'm not much for writing,"
"I could mail them to her if you'd like." He looked at the carvings, rubbed his chin, and inclined his head. A why not expression crossed his face. He pulled a twenty dollar bill from a scarred black wallet. "Tucker, for heavens sake!" He insisted that she take it.
"Ask her, if she don't mind—I might take a ride down, say hello.
Probably get a train down there." He looked at Charlie.
"Amtrak," Charlie said. "Or you could fly."
"I like trains."
They finished lunch and put the box of carvings on the back seat of the car. "I'll wrap tissue paper around them so they don't get banged up. I'll mail them tomorrow," Margery said. "Tucker, thank you so much for lunch. It was so good to see you."
"I thought I'd be seeing you again one of these days," Tucker said.
"We'll keep in touch," Margery said.