"
"No statement?" Myron inquired, making sure.
"Save a tree," Oliver confirmed.
"Right." A twinkle quickly disappeared. "Right."
Oliver walked up Congress Street. He saw a rack of postcards in an art
supplies store window. I ought to send Muni a card, he thought. There
weren't any that he liked, however. Maybe at the Museum. Christmas
decorations were already appearing. It was going to be a busy holiday.
Arlen was collecting his mail when Oliver arrived home.
"Hey, Arlen, how are you?"
"Just fine, Oliver."
"Developments, Arlen!"
"I noticed--with a Volvo."
"Jennifer. We must get together soon. She's great. She's going to have
a baby. We're going to have a baby."
"Congratulations! I'm happy for you, Oliver. Developments downstairs,
as well."
"I wondered," Oliver said.
"Porter," Arlen said simply.
"Excellent! The House of Happy Endings."
"Thank you, Oliver. Let us hope so. When is the baby due?"
"April."
"Oh, my. Definitely we must celebrate. Whoops, there's the phone." He
waved goodbye and let himself into his apartment. Oliver felt something
at his feet.
"Verdi! Were you out? Well, well, time to eat isn't it?" He closed the
front door behind him, and Verdi ran up the stairs.
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