"I know you go out." The question was when. Freddy didn't answer. Larry rubs his chin and takes a few seconds to count. One. Those are angry words. Two. He's got his own. Three. That's not what he wanted to talk about. Four. They've been here long enough maybe he should have an idea of when the imports do get in.

The TV doesn't overpower his throat clearing.

"Would you be interested in going out at all tonight?" After their meal. He's not sure if this is the right approach. There may not be one.