"You've got that right," Oliver looked at Myron. "Do you know her?"
"I do. I grew up in Brunswick. I was three years ahead of her in high school."
"I'll be damned. How is she doing? Did she say?"
"We didn't really get into it. She sounded fine. I sent the checks to an address in Seattle."
"Well done. Thanks, Myron."
"Marriages . . ." Myron said, raising his eyebrows. "Some work out and some don't."
"Yeah," Oliver said. He looked at Myron's wedding ring. "I hope yours does."
"So far, so good," Myron said.
"Nice going with the account. If she needs any more, you know what to do."
"I'll keep some powder dry," Myron said. "See you."