"Going to be a long day. I'm taking the train north."
"Oh, my."
Don pulled the drawing from the cardboard tube and unrolled it, holding it up for her to see.
"Wooo," she said, "I used to be better lookin'."
"You still good looking."
"I like it."
"I signed it here." He pointed.
"Don Dela—hanty," she read.
"An original Delehanty. You hang on to it, maybe it will be worth something, someday."
"What you mean?"