That evening, Oliver decides to visit his friend at home. The two sit on the porch, enjoying the cool night breeze.

“How are things around here?” he asks, looking out at the dark backyard.

“Good,” Saulo replies. “My brunette has been getting more tired, so we’re taking it easy on her. The goal is to keep the boys in there until at least thirty-seven weeks.”

“I understand. If you need anything, you know you can count on me.”

“I know. If there’s one person I trust with my eyes closed, it’s you.”