I didn’t say anything, just leant on the table. My legs crossed at the ankles, eating the pizza and listening. Watching. Taking in the conversations breaking out in the room. Everyone of them had their own subjects.
There was talk about the pups who stepped on stage. I was never one to praise them. But they would know, I’d show it in my own way.
Someone wanted to slip out to give my baby a once over. I turned my head slightly and that conversation stopped. They all knew-