I have extracted the crumbs and dustfrom the spaces of his computer keyboard and polished the monitor. I have done my servitude to the Coach and I a... getting my Incompletechanged to a pass. As soon as I finish organizing Coach's lower lefthand drawer, an archeological dig of half eaten power bars and emptyyoghurt cups, I will be free to leave Fairfax behind forever. I shouldbe glad to leave behind the years of persecution and rejection that Iendured here, but instead I am on the verge of. Henry thanked me, and as I turned to leave the kitchen, I saw Becky Finklestein from across the lunchroom, staring at Henry with her burning green eyes and waving at him, wiggling her tiny fingers as he blushed and looked away. I left through the rear entrance, wondering how much power Becky Finklestein really had in that fat little body of hers.I had no idea.I used the next couple of hours to catch up on paperwork, and I lost track of time. When I looked up from my desk it was nearly 9 and I. The others looked at her with facial expressions ranging from sympathy to amazement. She looked down the table at Janice and asked quietly, "Jan, what's your favorite charity?"Jan's eyes widened as she realized what Cindy intended to do. She exclaimed, "Cindy, you can't possibly! That check is for $1 million! Honey, this is a joke. We didn't want to hurt you. Mom thought it would be a small way of repaying you for all of the wonderful things you've done for the bank and for us over the last six. Maybe it is time you turned over the management of the fund to Charlie. You trained him. You know he is ready. And if we don’t give him the opportunity I am afraid we will lose him to someone else who will. And there is California. You have been traveling a lot lately. Those transcontinental flights will wear anyone down.’ His ancient hand, sun blotched from seventy summers at Martha’s Vineyard, rested on the arm of his chair. I reached out and covered it with my own. ‘Thank you for talking to.