'Great party, as usual.'
Deborah Robinson looked at Pete Griffin's reddening cheeks and forehead perspiring below thinning brown hair. She'd thought earlier the room was getting a bit stuffy. Pete's condition proved her right. The roaring fire in the fireplace was adding too much heat. 'I'm glad you're enjoying it, Pete,' she said, making a mental note to turn down the thermostat and lower the furnace heat. 'We've never had a party this big.'
'I feel a little out of place with all these attorneys. Am I the only non-lawyer you and Steve know?'