Another excerpt from “Andy’s Party”:
Sherritt, ever the gentleman, carried the ladies’ coats down to the bedroom, and met up with them again in the kitchen.
“What you drinking, Coke?” said Jessa as he poured from the bottle into one of Phil’s drinking jars.
“No,” he said, “stout.” And had to explain what stout was, and give her a sip from his glass, at which she made a crinkly face and said, “Well, I won’t be stealing your beer tonight.”
“More for me,” he said.
“You got that right.”