‘Good Lord! We can’t eat all this stuff!’ I chided him. ‘Not all at once,’ he agreed, loading the stuff onto the conveyor. ‘But this gives... us a selection so we won’t be down to rice and beans in a week. Choice, my dear. It’s all about choice.’ ‘But I like beans,’ I confided. ‘And how long are we going to be out here? A week?’ He shrugged. ‘I can’t guess, but it all depends on how accurate your assessment is of your cop friend. When he tells us it’s safe for us to return, then we can come back.. Just as two negatives attract each other, the two hotheads hit it off. In the greater scheme of things, I had ended up playing Cupid. They dated for three months before Cathy made known to us her decision about breaking up with Derry and getting serious with Jimmy.You have to play dirty at times to get what you want.I wanted revenge. I wanted to see Derry break down to the ground and I wished to give him a taste of his own medicine. I met the two lovebirds and expressed my desire to see Derry. Probably the sort of woman who never wore makeup, never bothered to have her hair or nails done and certainly never had any passing acquaintance with anything resembling 'stylishness'.If anything, even these minimal expectations were optimistic. Maureen might have been of average height but from the way that her shoulders slouched she appeared to be at least several inches shorter. The hang-dog sort of manner in which she held her head down with her face mostly obscured by the bangs of her limp. ‘You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up at the restaurant last night! I do not like being followed!’ ‘And I don’t like being maneuvered out of fifty bucks by a very pretty girl who doesn’t like being looked at.’ Bob’s voice was low and calm, like the tone of voice police use to talk a jumper off a ledge. ‘Let’s try this again. I’m going to be at The Butcher Block at seven o’ clock for dinner. If you would like to join me and sit at my table, I would be more than happy to pay for your meal. Of.