A plain man sits at one end of the table. Another plain man faces him. Five of us round out the sides - three facing the window and two facing inside. The first man has clipped brown hair and small glasses without frames. The other man is of the same description but his hair is longer and he is twenty years older. It is his last week - he is wrapping things up.

The older man does most of the talking - thoroughly explaining his document in a quavering voice. The other asks snappy questions. The rest of us pipe up sometimes - but mostly we just let them talk.

It is a sunny cold November. I keep watching outside as the older man finishes. I read ahead to make sure I say things at the right time. I look at my boss who has glasses on for clues on what she thinks. She gives very few. She just watches back and forth, like it is a tennis match.