[John:] I decided not to push the matter, but I did need a dollar and a quarter for a six-pack, so when I got home I asked my Old Lady for it.
"No, no, no," she said in her best grating voice, all the while shining the coffee table in our sparkling living room […] (5)
[John:] "You're ruining your lungs with that thing" was the first remark out of her [Lorraine's] mouth besides a cough from a misdirected puff from my cigarette. She sounds just like her mother when she says that. (5)
[Lorraine:] Right after we left the Pigman's, John dragged me down to Tony's Market, which is on the corner of Victory Boulevard and Cebra Avenue. All the kids go to Tony's because he sells beer to anyone and for some reason the police leave him alone. John thinks he pays them off, but I think it's just that old Tony has a nice, friendly face and believes in the old days when they thought a little alcohol was good for everyone. He's sort of a father-image with a cultural lag. (6)