"Just coffee, thanks," he told the waiter, since he still preferred good plain coffee to all the fancy drinks they had here. He didn't mind the fancy things, but he liked good coffee more. Bad coffee was a different story.

"What'm I gonna need to do to get the location of this Portuguese bakery out of you?" he asked. He hadn't found it yet, but he hadn't been looking, either. Most of the time when he got a craving for something sweet he went over to the Yeselevskys' store and got something from them.