TWENTY
There was an agitated buzz in the CP room, like a wasp trapped in a jam jar. Jack stood with the list in his hand, Mandy practicing her yoga, trying to read as he waved, reacting to her movements to the amusement of everyone watching. He moved the list in a more exaggerated fashion and she grabbed it, looked, realised it meant nothing to her and handed it back; an amusing interlude.
The Sissies joined everyone around the chaos table. Jack threw the list into the middle, ‘A list of people who were at a little soiree last night, organised by the East Cosham Knitting Club, or something. For those who have not heard, we’ve arrested Pugwash for leaking information. We'll probably let him go, but for the time being, anyone who wants to have some fun…’ and he looked at Mandy. ‘In Comms t
