Paying his tab, he asks: "What""s the amount of he insult?" Before he leaves, she advises:Waitress: And another thing, don""t be so free with your hands.And my dear, I don""t want you o be hurt.You see, we""re a happily married couple and let""s never forget that.This is my home.You""re my husband.And my children are upstairs in bed.I""m a happily married woman - or I was, rather, until a few weeks ago.This is my whole world, and it""s enough, or rather, it was until a few weeks ago.But, oh, Fred, I""ve been so foolish.I""ve fallen in love.I""m an ordinary woman.I didn""t hink such violent things could happen to ordinary people.In the tea room of the Milford Junction station (the junction for many suburban trains) after one of her weekly shopping rips (including going to the library for book exchanges, lunch and going to the movies - activities that provide imaginary, vicarious escapes for her into the lives of other middle-class women haunted by romantic encounters), she accidentally meets Dr.Gabriel had designed the facility when he was working at NSA: "It was his program," and he knew that hacking the system""s networks would trigger the complete download." Lecter did promise to assist: "Give me the file then, and I""ll tell you what I think.I need one hour and privacy.Just like old times, hey, Will?"After Lecter""s perusal of the file, he stated: "This is a very shy boy, Will.The public was abandoning live stage performances for the movies: "You can""t give the public what they don""t want.