“Not exactly. You boil ’em, then fry ’em, and mash ’em up into a meal with a little garlic. Don’t tell me you’ve never tasted Mexican fried beans.”
“No, but they sound good.”
“I’ll have ’em ready in just a jiffy.”
Louie went out into the kitchen to busy himself over the stove.
Helen said to me very casually, “Donald, you were asking me about money. How are you fixed on cash?”
“I can get by.”
“I don’t believe it. How many traveler’s checks have you got?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get along.”
“Let me see.”
“I tell you, I’m all right.”