Now all he needs is the milk. On an impulse, Gary decides to surprise Janeen with a mid—afternoon treat. He sneaks out of the hotel room while she’s napping and finds the nearest grosa. When he heads to the small refrigerated section, though, he’s puzzled- no milk here. Undaunted, Gary asks the clerk, “Leite, por favor?” The clerk quickly smiles and points to a rack in the middle of the store piled with little white square boxes. No, that can’t be right-Gary resolves to work on his Portuguese. He repeats the question, and again he gets the same answer