I was a nervous wreck for Stanley's dinner party and I happily shared the joint Charlie offered. Then he opened a bottle of wine and I was off to the races.
The Doyles rarely went out during the day, but became very active at night, when they would leave the house separately on their bikes. Where did they go? No one knew.
I was making coffee my first morning in the new apartment when a man yelled: “You don’t eat your Cheerios, I’ll break every fuckin’ bone in your body!”