Jacob rose and walked over to the table, spoke to me from across the compressed distance.
"What Emily brings to the table speaks to a contemporary generation," she said.
Officer at table spoke into microphone and radio in car repeated his words.
While the league table speaks volumes, there is much its stark and unforgiving numbers do not reveal.
Friends on the other side of the table spoke across the breadbasket without having to raise their voices.
It was a revelation, but no one at the table spoke a word about it, and I quickly learned to conceal the feeling.
One table speaks in a jumbled mix of Russian and Ukrainian; when it comes time to make a toast, they say "Bud'mo," Ukrainian for "Let us be".
He blushed as she sat down and took sudden control of the table, speaking loudly, blessing him, reminding him of shared history.
Happily, everybody at the table spoke excellent English, and the evening helped confirm my sense that Brazilians are a genuinely friendly and easygoing bunch.
