​     Trevor's phone rang.

     Everyone looked at Trevor.

     He almost cried when he saw who wanted to talk to him.

     "Hey, Helen. How you doing?"

     "Better than you, I imagine."

​     "Actually, I'm doing pretty good at the moment."

     "I'm off work. Where you at?"

​     "I'm drinking champagne with the richest woman on the planet Earth."

     "Not quite," Anne responded, smiling.

​     "You do sound a little tipsy," Helen said.

     "I've only had a couple sips. I've got an empty stomach, though. That might have something to do with something. Thinking of stopping by?"

     "Am I invited?"

     Trevor held the phone in Anne's direction as he said, "This is my wife, Helen, on the line. She's welcome, right?"

     "We'd love it!" Anne replied loud enough for Helen to hear.

     Trevor put the phone back to his ear. "Got that?"

     "Address?"

     Trevor pointed the phone in Anne's direction a second time. "Address?"

     "I'll send a car if you'd like," Anne replied. "That might be better."

     Trevor put the phone back to his ear, "Got that?"

​     "I'll drive home and leave the car there. Make sure they have our address."

     "Love you, hon."

     "Love you, too."

     "Get here as quick as you can, okay?"

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