"Thank you very much, Rosie," he said, unzipping the breast pocket of his parka. As she was settling into the driver’s seat, smoothing her skirt under her bottom, he pulled out a manila envelope containing a half-inch-thick stack of hundred-dollar bills and slipped it into the little compartment in the side of the door. Then he closed the door gently. She rolled the window down. "That is the same as last year, plus ten percent," he explained. "Is it still suitable? Still good for you and Carmelita?"