"Good. Good." Tom opened one of the polished doors and ushered Oliver into his office. The harbor spread out before them. A ferry was halfway to Peaks Island.
"Nice view," Oliver said. "I love the look of those ferries."
"One of the better perks," Tom admitted. "The town is growing fast. I hope we aren't overstressing the harbor."
"Often a subject of discussion at our house," Oliver said.
"Jennifer does good work with The Wetlands Conservancy. We do what we can to help. Jacky Chapelle, one of ours, used to be on their board. You know Jacky?"
Oliver felt his room to maneuver slipping away. "Yes," he said innocently.
"One of our best, Jacky. We took her on at a lower position and made quite a career for her. We take care of our own at Pilgrim." Tom swiveled around to face Oliver more directly. "Why do you want to come aboard, Oliver?"
"Pilgrim has an excellent reputation," Oliver said.
"We're the can-do bank," Tom said, smiling. "Didn't Mary tell me you guys have added to the crew?"
"Yes," Oliver said. "Emma. She just had her first birthday." He shook his head, letting Tom see that he appreciated the gravity and the wonder of it.