After a third glass of Fred's very best whiskey, Fiona was settled and smiling. Fred's brow was less etched with furrows until he remembered the letter.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he said and ran to the kitchen.

"I think it's too late," Fiona said. "Just call Chang's and order takeout."

But Fred shuffled fast back in with, "This came today--hurry, open it!" He floated the letter in her face until she grabbed it and opened the envelope. He held his breath. She silently read the letter.

"Well?" Fred was holding his breath and his heart.

"It's the legal notice about the firm's change of name."