"Yeah. I bought some black walnut," Oliver said. "I just saw a woman in
Becky's; she had eyes the same color."
"You want I should go back?"
"I'm too short for her," Oliver said.
"You never know. Some of those short people in Hollywood have big reputations."
"They're stars," Oliver said. "I'm just short."
"What are you doing with the wood?"
"Haven't decided—maybe a table."
"I'm getting into casting. You ought to come over; I'm going to try out my furnace."
"Casting what?"
"Bronze. Small pieces."