Plebeian, of course, but comfortable.
I mean, money in sufficient regularity, chairs you can sit down on without looking first--" he shrugged.
Further detail and he would be drifting into deep water.

Life with Kenny, who borrowed as freely as he gave, entailed petty harassments that could not be named.
"Things," finished Brian.

"that are mine without a lock and key." He had meant not to say it.

Kenny struck his hand fiercely against the table.
"You hear that, Garry ?" he demanded with an indignant bid for support.
"You hear that?
By the Lord Harry, Brian, it's damnable and indecent to harp so upon the shotgun after smashing the statuette." The circle was complete.

They were back to Kenny's grievance.