Diane was the only one who had heard Andrew, though not a word he said.
“Please,” she said, raising both hands in the air. “I cannot hear everyone at once.” She waited until the last word was spoken. “Thank you.”
Turning back to the cowboy, she asked, “Did you say something, Andrew?”
Andrew grunted. He loathed the way Diane had spoken to him. Like a schoolteacher questioning a primary school pupil. “Think George had both of his eyes shut or somethin’,” he muttered.
This time something did happen.