I've just inserted myself into this conversation, and I'm going to have to find a way to get myself out of it. On top of that I've broken one of Rhodes's rules: speak when spoken to when out in public, I don't even dare to take a sneak peek.
"Yes dear, they are" Lenny grins at me, an evil grin, one that I last saw worn by a cartoon woman making herself a coat out of Dalmatian fur. Dear, like I'm some seven year old who's stumbled into the conversation and started to try and be a grown up. The nerves have now doubled into anger and fear. How dare he talk about other people in such grotesque ways, and how could everyone at the table just let him do it. Why didn't Rhodes say anything?
"I disagree" I say as I reach for my drink and take a rather large sip. Out of the corner of my eyes I can
