Well, somebody tried to save him last
night."
"Pretty hard on you," Oliver said.
"I married him," she said. "I'd divorce him tomorrow, but it isn't just
me I have to think about."
"Damn," Oliver said. "I'd marry you the day after."
"Thank you. Would you promise to make me a cup of coffee like this
first thing in the morning--for the rest of my life?"
"Or my life," Oliver said.
"Oh!" There was a tear in Francesca's eye. He thought she was going to
hug him, but she turned and looked toward the water. "I've got to
finish one thing before I start another," she said. "I don't think
there's much point to it, but I've got to try. I'm going to go with him
on this trip."
"I'll see you in the spring, then--I hope," Oliver said. "I opened that
account, by the way. I don't have the number yet, but you don't need
it. If you get stuck for money, call Myron Marsh at Marsh and Cooley
and tell him who you are. It would probably take a couple of days,
though."
"Myron Marsh . . ."
"He has an office on Monument Square."
"O.K. Let's go," she said.
They walked back side by side. "I like your Jeep," Francesca said when
they reached the main road.
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