"
"I like that," Oliver said. Myron made another note.
"How about if I get you started, make the first buys?"
"Sounds good."
"As time goes on and you get into it, you may want to take a more
active part in making the decisions. We'll talk as we go along."
"O.K."
"You'll get a monthly statement."
"Just one--to me," Oliver interrupted.
"Yes," Myron added to his notes. "One statement. Call me or drop by any
time."
"O.K. Thank you." Oliver prepared to leave. "When do we start making
money?"
"Soon as the check clears," Myron said.
Should be interesting, Oliver thought, walking home. Myron was a
realist. He didn't seem like someone who would rip you off or make
hurried decisions. Porter came out the front door just as Oliver turned
in from the sidewalk.
"Hey Porter, thanks for taking care of Verdi. I haven't seen you since
I got back."
"No problem. It was a help, actually. And, it gave me a chance to get
to know Arlen better." Porter beamed.
Oliver didn't want to hear any confidences. "How's the baking going?"
"Solid." Porter looked amused at Oliver's unease. "Scones are hot this
year--can't make enough of them. Later, Slugger.
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