60“What's with the jars?” Becca asked as she sat on the couch.
“It's called recycling. Perhaps folks in New Jersey have not yet heard of this concept.” He took a spot in the corner of the couch and faced her.
“You're a funny guy.”
“I get that a lot.” He smiled. “I ask my steady clients to let me reuse the jars, if possible. Gaby always returns hers, though I generally drive over and pick them up myself.” He raised his eyebrows.
“I think she wanted to give me something to do. You know, before my new job starts tomorrow.”
Noah nodded and reached for the envelope that Becca had placed on a rustic coffee table made of reclaimed elm. He opened the packet and lay the drawing on the table.
“Very nice!” Becca studied the mother and calf illustration that Walt would transform into a metal gat
