"Suzanne—you know, the woman I told you about who has been so helpful. See? Look down here." He pointed out a tangle of stems in one corner where "SUZANNE" had been stitched in a way that made the letters look like part of the growth. "See there?"
"Oh, I see it. How clever!"
"It's a field," Oliver said.
"How much did you bid?"
"You don't want to know."
"That much? Oh well, I suppose it's for a good cause."
"Right," Oliver said. "Emma." He scratched his head and drank more
Chianti. "Money. What was that guy's name? The bank guy?"
"Tom. I'll call Mary tomorrow and check it out."
Oliver felt his insides contract. "Guess it can't hurt," he said. He folded the quilt.
"Da Da," Emma said.