Sinead glanced back at Tanis, a smile on her lips. Though she didn't want to outright agree with Tanis' statement, she didn't find it to be far off.<br/>"All White juries do not have anybody to hold them accountable," Avi said, both his voice and words more objective on the matter. He was very aware of both Tanis' and Sinead's opinions on the matter, but he didn't find either to be productive for their case. "Even just a non-White juror can make a difference in the ruling, though I wouldn't count on a<span style="font-style: italic">fair</span>trial if we can't get a majority in the jury."<br/>Sinead, knowing her husband was right, returned to the dishes at hand. She was, however, left pleased by the general consensus of the room.<br/>At that, the silence of the room was filled with the single ring of their wall mounted house phone. Sinead had moved to reach for it, before it clicked, and the second ring was heard from the connected phone in Avi's office. Sinead and Avi exchanged a glance.<br/>"Excuse me," Avi said, knowing the number dialed was his working number and not their private home number. Standing and removing the napkin from his lap, Avi disappeared off further into the house<br/>"Warhol," Sinead head him answer, and then moments later the inevitable follow up<span style="font-style: italic">no, this is he</span>of someone calling asking for<span style="font-style: italic">Shabwarhal</span>.<br/>Thoughtlessly, Sinead's eyes had followed Avi's exit, and was now lingering at the empty doorway, dishcloth still in hand.