"Oh, well, that .... Yes, I’m well-to-do, but compared to what my father made in his heyday, or the Senator’s fortune ... I do have money, but I wouldn’t call that serious money. I know people with serious money, and I’m just not in their league." Oscar hefted a long green tube from the packing case, examined its crooks and angles mournfully, and set it back down. "The wind’s picking up.... I don’t have the heart for this anymore. I think I’ll walk back to the dome. Maybe somebody’s still up in the dorm. We’ll play some poker."