“No, it’s not!”
“Yes, it is. Just tell me who your favorite past coworker is.”
“When four of them are standing right in front of me?”
“That’s the job.”
Tom gulped. He knew he risked unleashing hell if he said the wrong name, and he had a three in four chance of doing just that. He spoke very carefully.
“I can’t pick just one. They are each a favorite in their own way.”
His subtle wink was at Mary, now that “they” could be singular, and only she noticed. She tried to contain her smile.