At 4:00, they break out the booze. Their hospitality emerges. Would I like a scotch? Some bourbon? Brandy, perhaps?
I decline. Dessert and butter are my poisons, not alcohol. Primo declines as well. He is a wine and beer drinker, not a hard liquor drinker.
They ask Primo to prepare a snack tray. He cuts up more of the Cracker Barrel cheddar and lays a few handfuls of crackers on a tray along with some peanuts
It is the same snack I ate two hours ago. It wasn’t good then and it isn’t good now, but I have no idea when supper will happen, so I eat.