Thanks.
Come on in, Oliver." He patted Oliver warmly on the shoulder. "How's
Jennifer?"
"Fine. She sends her best, by the way."
"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.
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