Suddenly, he lowered his voice and warned, "Head's up, here they come." I straightened in my seat and looked straight ahead, hoping Jamie was a good enough actor to pull it off.
"Well, things are looking up," Gerrard said, beaming, after talking to his stock broker.
Then I watched repulsed, as he scarfed down a few more heaping forkfuls of his dinner, shoved his plate away, and wiped the gravy dripping off his face with his white linen napkin.
"Glad to hear it," I said, cringing, as I watched him gulp it all down with a big swig of wine.
"Did I get it all," Gerrard asked, pointing at his face.
"You've got a little glob of something under your right eye," I said, pointing out the bit he'd missed.
"I know, I'm a messy eater," he said, chuckling to himself, as he swiped it off with his
