As we drove down to Cranston on that Sunday in May,
I worried a lot about Mr Cavilleri's feelings.
'Tell me again, Jen.'
'OK. I telephoned him, and he said OK.'
'But what does he mean by "OK"?'
'Are you trying to tell me that Harvard Law School has
accepted a man who doesn't know the meaning of "OK"?'
'It isn't a word that lawyers use much, Jen. Just tell me
again. Please.'
'He knows you're poor, and he doesn't mind. Stop
worrying, Oliver.'