"You just got the house."
"I know. What she wants to do makes sense, but it's a lot of money. Most of her friends have boats. They all have boats. Wouldn't it be nice to go sailing with Emma?" Oliver lifted his hands in a helpless gesture. "She's even got me lined me up for a good job at a bank."
"Where the money is," Mark said.
"I mean, it's not bad. It's just . . ." Oliver shook his head negatively. "Gathering clouds," he said.
"Sounds like a stripper," Mark said. "Wasn't there a famous stripper—Tempest Storm?"
"I don't need a stripper," Oliver said, suddenly pleased with himself.
"Tempest Storm," Richard O'Grady said, shuffling to the bar, bright eyed. "Volcanic!"
"Hey, Richard. What's happening?"
"Nothing volcanic—but I found a '55 T-Bird. It's a little rough. My mechanic and I are putting it in shape."
"Nice," Mark said. "It will appreciate."